Peter looked down at his hands at Nathan's comment. So, it had come to that point then? It was time to actually tell his brother about his relationship with Chris. Time to tell his brother that he was in love with another man. Easy, right? Not so much. He felt panic rising like bile in the back of his throat and he had to fight the urge to freeze time and run away. It wasn't that he was ashamed of Chris, far from it, but the idea of something causing Nathan to turn his back on him terrified Peter. He took a sip of his hot chocolate, followed by a deep breath to steady himself, and he spoke. "Chris is my roommate."
Which wasn't what he'd meant to say at all. He sighed. "More than that, actually," he said after a long moment. "He's actually sort of my guardian angel...literally. He's what you would call a Whitelighter. His dad was one and his mom was a witch, so he's half-and-half. I'm his charge, apparently, so he looks out for me. He's actually helped me through a few things while I've been here." He knew he could leave it at that and Nathan wouldn't question it too closely, the inability of such a avid republican to fathom the notion that his brother might not fit into a neat little box keeping him from pushing. But he wouldn't do that. "And he's my..." he closed his eyes, "Chris and I are together, Nathan. He's my boyfriend...my...I love him."
He opened his eyes after a moment and looked at his brother. "Say something," he said nervously, terrified of how his brother might react.