edmund keeps following peter the rest of the night, although it's not exactly hard; peter goes home with the guy, whoever he is, which leaves a hard, angry lump in the pit of edmund's stomach. he's never stopped to think that peter might want to leave them.
he parks across the street and watches peter and the stranger get out of peter's car, peter trapping the guy up against his door as they kiss. the stranger's older, in his mid to late twenties, probably, with dark hair and sharp features. edmund doesn't like him.
peter sure seems to, though, and when the stranger manages to pry peter off him long enough to open the door peter sets to work on getting his clothes off. the door closes on their laughter.
edmund's pretty sure it's the light in the bedroom that goes on after that, which doesn't particularly do much for his temper. he scrubs a hand over his face, hard, and is a little surprised to feel tears there.
"you fucking bastard," he says, and has absolutely no idea who he's addressing.
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he ends up spending the night in the stolen car, parked out in front of the stranger's house. he's not quite too wired to sleep, but he doesn't sleep restfully; he wakes up at every little noise, which means he notices when the light goes back on in the house across the street.
when peter comes out an hour or so later, it's to find edmund leaning against his (peter's) car, arms folded across his chest.
peter frowns at him, then reaches into his pocket and tosses him the keys. edmund catches them neatly in mid-air and unlocks the car.
on the drive back to their rented house, peter seems more -- relaxed. calmer. not nearly as restless and high-strung as he's been for...well, for years now.
just as they pull back into the driveway, before edmund turns the car off, he says, a little more viciously than he means, "have fun?"
peter eyes him for a moment. "yes," he says, and gets out.
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he parks across the street and watches peter and the stranger get out of peter's car, peter trapping the guy up against his door as they kiss. the stranger's older, in his mid to late twenties, probably, with dark hair and sharp features. edmund doesn't like him.
peter sure seems to, though, and when the stranger manages to pry peter off him long enough to open the door peter sets to work on getting his clothes off. the door closes on their laughter.
edmund's pretty sure it's the light in the bedroom that goes on after that, which doesn't particularly do much for his temper. he scrubs a hand over his face, hard, and is a little surprised to feel tears there.
"you fucking bastard," he says, and has absolutely no idea who he's addressing.
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he ends up spending the night in the stolen car, parked out in front of the stranger's house. he's not quite too wired to sleep, but he doesn't sleep restfully; he wakes up at every little noise, which means he notices when the light goes back on in the house across the street.
when peter comes out an hour or so later, it's to find edmund leaning against his (peter's) car, arms folded across his chest.
peter frowns at him, then reaches into his pocket and tosses him the keys. edmund catches them neatly in mid-air and unlocks the car.
on the drive back to their rented house, peter seems more -- relaxed. calmer. not nearly as restless and high-strung as he's been for...well, for years now.
just as they pull back into the driveway, before edmund turns the car off, he says, a little more viciously than he means, "have fun?"
peter eyes him for a moment. "yes," he says, and gets out.