His mom had been... fine. More or less. She'd offered to help them with rent until they got on their feet a little more, but they had to find their own place to stay. Which is honestly more than he was expecting. So he'd pack what few belongings he had and he and Jason had moved out on their own.
The apartment is sparse. Sofa, his bookshelf from his bedroom at home. A card table and some folding chairs his mom had found in the garage. A bed. Whatever Jason brought with him.
"Well," Peter says, setting down the last of his boxes (a mishmash of spare pots and pans from his mom). "It's not much. But it's home."
Most of Jason's belongings were abandoned the last time he went back to his parent's home -- a clusterfuck that's better ignored than dwelled on, and he's been doing his best. It's a few scattered boxes of clothes and the very few things with sentimental value, no furniture, nothing that's really going to take up space.
Not that he really cares, considering pretty much all of it was his parents' choices anyway. The fresh start is probably better, even if saving the money would have been nice.
Jason's rustling through a box trying to figure out where the blankets and the towels are, since everything else can basically wait for tomorrow, but he slides up behind Peter when he's got the last box set down, looping an arm around his waist and hooking his chin over Peter's shoulder. "It'll look like more when it's unpacked."
And more important, it's a bed, and a roof, and Peter. The last part still kind of makes him feel like pinching himself sometimes to make sure it's real.
Peter reaches behind him to stroke his fingers through Jason's hair, then rests his hand against his cheek. "When we get stuff up on the shelves, yeah. Make it look like home."
Home. A home just for them. Sure it's going to be rough going, but Peter always knew it would be, for them, if they chose to go down this particular road. At least they have a solid place to start.
"Figure out where to actually leave the shelves. All of that, yeah." He presses a kiss into Peter's neck, just leaves his face pressed there after, smiling quietly. He should really move and go back to doing something useful but -- in a second.
He's been a little clingy, since everything went down, but Peter hasn't seemed to mind so far, so he hasn't really been trying to temper it.
"We'll get it worked out. At least we don't have to worry about everything fitting."
He doesn't mind the clinginess, not at all. He keeps his hand against Jason's cheek, his other hand rubbing over the arm that's around his waist. Reminds himself that Jason's there, and real, and whole, and they're starting this adventures together.
"After we get settled in a little more, I'm going to start learning the neighbourhood. See who nearby is hiring."
"I think I saw a couple signs on the drive over. Should be able to find something." They're both going to need to, and the sooner the better-- it's not that he doesn't trust the offer of help, it just kind of feels like there's going to be a limit, and Jason isn't willing to come close to figuring out where it is. But they can at least worry about it tomorrow.
Despite his intent to move, he wraps his other arm around Peter instead, holding him a little bit tighter, pulling him in closer. "We should get to the store in the next couple days anyway. We can look around a little then, if you want."
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The apartment is sparse. Sofa, his bookshelf from his bedroom at home. A card table and some folding chairs his mom had found in the garage. A bed. Whatever Jason brought with him.
"Well," Peter says, setting down the last of his boxes (a mishmash of spare pots and pans from his mom). "It's not much. But it's home."
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Not that he really cares, considering pretty much all of it was his parents' choices anyway. The fresh start is probably better, even if saving the money would have been nice.
Jason's rustling through a box trying to figure out where the blankets and the towels are, since everything else can basically wait for tomorrow, but he slides up behind Peter when he's got the last box set down, looping an arm around his waist and hooking his chin over Peter's shoulder. "It'll look like more when it's unpacked."
And more important, it's a bed, and a roof, and Peter. The last part still kind of makes him feel like pinching himself sometimes to make sure it's real.
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Home. A home just for them. Sure it's going to be rough going, but Peter always knew it would be, for them, if they chose to go down this particular road. At least they have a solid place to start.
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He's been a little clingy, since everything went down, but Peter hasn't seemed to mind so far, so he hasn't really been trying to temper it.
"We'll get it worked out. At least we don't have to worry about everything fitting."
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"After we get settled in a little more, I'm going to start learning the neighbourhood. See who nearby is hiring."
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Despite his intent to move, he wraps his other arm around Peter instead, holding him a little bit tighter, pulling him in closer. "We should get to the store in the next couple days anyway. We can look around a little then, if you want."