He doesn't say anything because it sounds like truth, because his heartbeat flutters with hurt and vulnerability and hope and Peter doesn't know how to process it all at once. He doesn't even know how to deal with the fact that despite how awkward, how wrong everything has been, that he dressed up for Roman anyway. A little red dress that flared over his hips and thighs, satin fabric that shimmered in the light.
And then finding out that he'd been wrong, and now he just felt like an idiot. There was a part of him that almost wanted to push himself on Roman, kiss him and beg to make up for lost time, but it was too confusing. Peter had never been good with feelings, and now he didn't have that convenient lie to hide behind. He didn't have any denials left, except for the fact that it scared him.
They don't talk about it, but the dancing becomes easier. Not just like before, but the scene where it's Odette and Siegfried finally slowly start to come together. Instead of just raw desire, there's the first showings of what might be intimacy. Olivia, who had been as tolerant as she was capable of when they'd fit together all wrong, took the opportunity to start pushing harder.
Practice regularly ran late, and not having much of a home to go back to in the first place, Peter had always had a tendency to sleep in one of the smaller studios. He'd stayed late after rehearsal, working on Odette's solos. The arm motions, feelings conveyed in fingertips. When he was so exhausted he didn't think he could manage one more pirouette, he just pulled out a mat, and fell asleep.
He had a bag he kept in one of the changing rooms: a change of clothes, both for the studio and the world outside, a towel and such things, a pillow and a box of his favorite tea bags. Just for nights like these. As tired as his body was, it was easy enough to fall asleep, even without a blanket.
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And then finding out that he'd been wrong, and now he just felt like an idiot. There was a part of him that almost wanted to push himself on Roman, kiss him and beg to make up for lost time, but it was too confusing. Peter had never been good with feelings, and now he didn't have that convenient lie to hide behind. He didn't have any denials left, except for the fact that it scared him.
They don't talk about it, but the dancing becomes easier. Not just like before, but the scene where it's Odette and Siegfried finally slowly start to come together. Instead of just raw desire, there's the first showings of what might be intimacy. Olivia, who had been as tolerant as she was capable of when they'd fit together all wrong, took the opportunity to start pushing harder.
Practice regularly ran late, and not having much of a home to go back to in the first place, Peter had always had a tendency to sleep in one of the smaller studios. He'd stayed late after rehearsal, working on Odette's solos. The arm motions, feelings conveyed in fingertips. When he was so exhausted he didn't think he could manage one more pirouette, he just pulled out a mat, and fell asleep.
He had a bag he kept in one of the changing rooms: a change of clothes, both for the studio and the world outside, a towel and such things, a pillow and a box of his favorite tea bags. Just for nights like these. As tired as his body was, it was easy enough to fall asleep, even without a blanket.