Simon certainly left Peter sitting there with so much more to think about, staring blankly at the computer screen without really seeing it before groaning and dropping his head into his hands. Why did he have to have a crush on someone so out of his league? Why? "What am I supposed to do?"

The scent of that joint beat Simon in and Judas just grunted, shifting over but his mood was shit. He was miserable and sitting with his phone in hand, ear buds in, listening to a report on a back ass website about the kickstarter with his familiar notebook in his lap. "The joint, yes," he called over, popping out one ear bud. He stretched out a leg, looking like he hadn't really slept with the bags growing under his eyes not helped by smudged makeup.

"You're surprisingly cheerful today," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, given that Simon ranged from decent to an asshole on most days.