Okay, Simonw asn't getting angry, good. Right step. "You're not," Peter stressed quietly, not hand still tight on Simon's. "If you were, why didn't I just leave with you now? Or walk out of here at any point? Or go running screaming into the night?" He shook his head. "I might not have a clue but... you're not forcing me, if I wanted to leave, I'd leave, but... I'm here because you're here. I want to know more about you. I'm not going to understand this or you if I don't try," he paused in his attempt to explain his own feelings, biting his lip, before shrugging. "Even if I'm so out of my league."

He looked towards the door, then added, "remember what I said earlier? I wanted to see how tonight went, and I still do. I... might not want to sit up front for this demo, I might explode from embarrassment before it's over, but I'm here because I want to be. You might just have to deal with me being like, like this," tapping his chest chest twice, "if we're going to go forward with this. Just- trust me, too, okay? If I want to go, I'll tell you. I haven't gotten to that point though- er- I might need a breather once or twice."

The corner of his mouth lifted, trying to sound a little joking, but still quite serious.