Simon's eyes followed the tips of Peter's fingers. How could they not? He wanted to touch the scar too, but he knew better than to do that. He believed he was a good man, he believed he had a lot to offer someone, but he also believed that Peter was sort of his number one achievement here. That the whole of his goodness had been channeled into kicking that douche bag in the head a few times.
Most people probably wouldn't agree, though.Kicking people in the head? Not a cool move.
He turned to face Peter, elbow on the counter and one leg propping his boot on a rung of Peter's stool. Their legs nearly brushed, but the heat from Simon's body might as well have done the job anyway.
"James only joined up after John met JC," he pointed out, as one brother had brought the other along. And in a way, it was sort of the same for the two of them. Simon had brought JC, Judas, Matt and Andy to the hospital to see Peter the day after he'd been taken there. Why? Simon just knew that Peter was one of them. He'd felt it when he touched his hand.
It didn't matter if he was so different from the rest of them.
"I just happened to be at the right place at the right time."
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Most people probably wouldn't agree, though.Kicking people in the head? Not a cool move.
He turned to face Peter, elbow on the counter and one leg propping his boot on a rung of Peter's stool. Their legs nearly brushed, but the heat from Simon's body might as well have done the job anyway.
"James only joined up after John met JC," he pointed out, as one brother had brought the other along. And in a way, it was sort of the same for the two of them. Simon had brought JC, Judas, Matt and Andy to the hospital to see Peter the day after he'd been taken there. Why? Simon just knew that Peter was one of them. He'd felt it when he touched his hand.
It didn't matter if he was so different from the rest of them.
"I just happened to be at the right place at the right time."