"Just...you know. Don't rat me out. Everyone's allowed to have a guilty pleasure, man." Simon winked at his friend before he broke off another piece of cookie and hooked the heels of his boots against the rung of the stool he was seated in. It was all so effortless, the way he held himself, but he was a dancer. Perhaps not the sort of reputable one that Peter's parents went to see at the ballet, but the movements were surprisingly similar. Just less technically minded or choreographed.

He was halfway done his drink when Peter spoke again, and this time, it made Simon laugh.

"I got the call, same as you guys." John called it that, the call. Meeting JC had been like a breath of fresh air to a plant that didn't know it was dying. And following him? Well, Simon wasn't sure he had a choice. "He saved me. From myself. I mean, it wasn't as dramatic as how he saved Judas but he made me see that there was a better way. I'd never leave him now."