Percy almost instantly nuzzled into peters neck once he was hugged, wishing with every ounce of his being he could hug back. “Some old lady saw me fighting a gorgon…but since she was a regular mortal she just saw me stabbing a kite with a ballpoint pen…so she called the police saying there was a crazy teenager stabbing kites.” he shrugged a little, burying his face further into peters neck. “So one court meeting later i end up here..when i’m not in my room it’s not so bad…just a kindergarten with straight jackets and awkward therapy sessions…”
’Goddamn it.’ Peter mentally mused. He never thought this would ever happen to him. He never wanted this to happen. Seeing Percy like this was killing Peter on the inside and if he could, he would just stay with him forever and a day. “H-how long a-a-are you gonna be here?” Peter asked very choppily between his staggered breaths. 'Don't cry, Parker.'
Percy swallowed hard, looking up at peter with large green eyes. after so long percys eyes had seemed to dull from their vibrant and playful look to almost lifeless, his hair more matted and messy than it had been before. he had almost forgotten about peter through everything he went through. almost. Percy almost wanted to bawl and ask why peter had never come before now, but instead just looked down to the padded floor. “I see you finally decided to come..” he mumbled softly, his voice quivering. what upset percy more though was that his mom had never bothered to tell peter. and even if she did he never came.
”Jesus fucking—” Peter mumbled his breath as he ran forward to where Percy sat, immediately kneeling down to his side and grasping his arms around him in a tight embrace. He didn’t necessarily mean to become to protective right away, but shit happens and Peter reacts when shit happens. Peter hugged Percy tightly as he gently rubbed circles on his back. “What the hell happened, Perce?!”
But oh my gosh, no he’s not, Peter you doll. Perfectly adorable doll just ugh. What had Jehan done to deserve you? He was about to speak, but then couldn’t decide on which form of ‘you’ to use for the sentence he wanted to say. There’s the formal ‘vous’ and the informal ‘tu’, and he doesn’t know what to use oh no. Oh well, he muses, Peter might not know the difference, given the slightly confused looks he’d been getting. “Tu promets? Je ne sais pas que toi dis la vérité.”
Peter looked up at him in awe once again. French was such a beautiful language. Anything beyond English fascinated him to no end. Sometimes Peter wanted to learn another language sometimes, but at other times he didn’t think it to be possible. His smile, already from ear to ear, seemed to grow even more. Was that possible? Probably not. Was it true? Yeah. “I have no idea what you’re saying, but I like it.” He whispered under his breath.
Percy looked sadly at the floor, biting back tears. 7 months in an insane asylum… he might actually become insane staying here that long… Someone had overheard him talking about greek monsters and such, or maybe saw him fighting that gorgon (the woman who testified against him to put him in here said he was trying to fight off a kite with a pen; stabbing it until it was torn to shreds) and percy felt like his heart was made of lead. Percy looked up when he saw the door open, his heart skipping a beat as he saw peter. “P-peter…” he felt tears swelling, hoping that peter would hug him. hold him. kiss him. something. he was a bit preoccupied with his straight jacket, so he couldn’t do it himself. he couldn’t even get up. not without some struggle and the help of the wall. “Peter i want to go home..” he whimpered, lips trembling slightly.
Percy looked so… so… Peter had been lost for the past few years. He didn’t know where to go when Percy mysteriously left one day. Peter isolated himself from the rest of the world while he waited for Percy to come home. Needless to say, he waited a long time. After a while, he decided to get some closer and looked up where his old boyfriend was. To his surprise he was somewhere new.
Peter blinked in shock. “Percy?” He asked in a stage of shock.
“Je veins, mon âme soeur,” he mumbled, walking alongside Peter, totally oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t speaking English and also what he was unconsciously doing to Peter’s mind. He spoke French when at home, since his parents were from Paris, so the fact that he could slip between the two languages often caused problems when he wasn’t with someone who knew the language. “How far away do you live?”
Peter giggled like a little school girl again. ‘That is so fucking hot.’ Peter mentally mused as he stared at him in awe. What was he saying? Probably something about how stupid his was laughing, and it was pretty freaking stupid. “Not that far, promise. It’s like a fifteen minute walk.”
"It can be," he laughed, free hand coming up to bump him lightly under the chin. "Chin up, Peter. Even though I know you’re just flustered and not, you know, in a bad mood. Mais oui, I’d love to go. Anything to get away from my house.”
Peter’s eyes grew a little bigger at the words Jehan was saying. Though he had no idea what the hell ‘mais oui’ meant, he knew it sounded hot and he wanted to hear him talk more… even if he might have zoned out during the rest of his sentence. He let out a tiny giggle as he looked down at their hands again. “Come on.” Peter said as he took a step toward the direction of his house.