"I was coming to you. I just needed a little time to convince her that I needed you around. I don't know why Lynda didn't see it. I cared from the moment I set eyes on you. I just needed a little time." He wasn't sure if he was making any sense, but the kissing was distracting and he didn't want to put a stop to that.
He put an arm around Peter and began moving backwards. This was the one time that he appreciated how tiny the room was, because in a few steps he could feel the back of his legs pressing against the bed. He pushed the jacket off Peter's shoulders. "You wear too many fucking clothes," he said, before nipping Peter's lip. "You need to get naked."
Food could wait, although not all forms of sustenance were off the table. He still wasn't sure about the cutting, but that was hardly the only thing they needed to figure out. "Have you ever- with another guy?"