"Back to yours," he said, relaxing a few degrees at Simon's smile. It was better to see that the almost frightening impassiveness that most of the night had brought other than those moments of near-equally frightening concern. It had felt... good, that concern, in a way he couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was just good to see Simon care that much for him, selfishly.

He would, as they left, catch Mindy's eye and managed to give her a little smile and a thumbs up across the crowd, hoping she understood that signal for things would be okay. The ride back was quiet, with Peter's head tucked against Simon's shoulder blade and feeling the wind of their ride whisk away the sweat and heat of vinyl pants in a club. When they got back, though, he could feel that faint tension in the air and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to start this conversation or Simon...

But deferred to Simon, unless Simon didn't speak up soon. If it dragged, he'd say something. Anything, at this point. He just... needed to know what was going on in Simon's head.