Re: Peter B | Bobby :: Give my compliments to the chef.
"Okay...yeah, okay," Bobby said as he listened to Peter's line of reasoning. He looked down at the counter, his cheeks a little red. Was he blushing? Was he being bashful? He rubbed his neck a little harder and pulled the plump curvature of his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed thoughtfully.
Thoughtfully, yeah, that was the part Bobby didn't do well with. He didn't really specialize in thinking things through. Grab and go, ice and go, kiss and go, joke and go. That was the life he was used to, with a heavy helping of badass heroics on top. But that was the thing, right? It was the life he was used to, not the life he'd built for himself. What did he want to build for himself? Especially given this weird kind of fresh start.
As if thinking through the answer to those questions, Bobby finally looked up at Peter. Fuck, whyyyyy was he being such a schoolgirl right now?
"I..." He started, mouth hanging open. Bobby squirmed, in the eyes and the eyebrows and with his lips as he tried not to word vomit again. "It's been difficult, ya know, um...being a mutant. And everything. Like...the rejection from my family...from everyone. Being gay on top of it was, um. It was too much. So I just froze it and buried it down deep so I never had to think about it, worry about something else I was going to be persecuted about. It's been," He let out a big breath between his lips in a phew sound, "it's been rough."
"But I don't want to live like that anymore. I'd like to just be the real me out in the open. So...I guess...this is a really convoluted way of saying..." Bobby's opposing fore fingers wheeled around each other in a circular emotion, "...that I don't mind? If people see?"