"Maybe I should, though," Kavinsky said, comfortably settled on that idea as well. He tried to smile. "I can just dance for you."

He didn't address his love for Peter or Jack, because that didn't matter just then. Maybe it would again, some day. But it was a far distant feeling future, and one that was dependent on earning back the truth of someone he loved more than life itself.

"I," Kavinsky started, then paused, chewing his lip for a moment. Slowly, he started again. "I think it'd be good if you kept going out when you wanted to? I'll come home, of course, but. But if you need or want to go out, I'm behind that for you. Okay?"