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[ Peter can see it in the other man just as he feels it hit him like a double-whammy. May looks at him again and his hand before taking it with a polite smile, ]

Likewise.

[ Peter quickly chimes in before she can ask, ]

He let me stay with him last night instead of, you know, walking around tipsy. Got to hear lots of Italian poetry.

[ May looks like she doesn't know whether to fuss at Peter for drinking or refrain from asking about what else went on. She settles for turning back to Frank with a nod, ]

Thank you for taking care of him. He can be a handful.

[ Ignoring Peter's indignant 'hey' at that. ]

[A very gentle shake before releasing her hand. He nods and keeps his hands from fidgeting somehow.]

He really was no trouble at all. I'd be delighted to host again if circumstances work in our favor.

[Which sounds polite and fancy. He greatly, urgently hopes that they would. Lots of Italian poetry sounds like a euphemism.]

Peter wanted to be sure to come back at a decent hour safe and sound.

[ May looks around them before opening her hands, ]

We can always continue this inside. Would you like to stay for dinner? Since it's around that time anyway...

[ She gives her nephew a Look at that last part, still peeved but mostly relieved to have him back home. ]

Yes. Right.

[Frank's smile is tight. Nerves still there. Still this is more than what he had ever hoped. Is this real? Someone should pinch him! He clears his throat and steps in closer.]

That's wonderful. Are you sure I'm not imposing?

[This is technically daylight still. Though he lightly pulls at his collar at that Look.]

[ She shakes her head, moving to step back inside and opening the door wider for them to follow, ]

No, no, it's fine! It's the least I can do for looking out for Peter like you did.

[ Peter shoots Frank a grin and while he can't grab his hand to pull him in, he does grab his sleeve and practically pulls him in like that. Though once the front door is closed, Peter takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. ]

[Somehow his knees don't give out and he steps over the threshold into the Parker home. Frank gently scuffs his shoes on the mat. Not that there's anything on them. It's what you do. Polite and such. He smiles right back at Peter and the minute they're touching hands something calms in his soul.]

Thank you. ....thank you very much.

[To May. Though he has open gratefulness to be able to receive Peter's touch.]

[ May has walked back into the kitchen, the smell of food all in the house, so Peter takes the chance to steal a kiss from Frank. Hard and fast, like the kind he wanted to do when they were walking.

From the kitchen, ]

Would you like some wine, Frank?

[A murmur of wonder rumbles through his chest. It feels like Peter's mouth got even more sweet and supple in the moments between kissing. He clutches at the front of Peter's shirt and starts at the sound of May's voice.

Is this okay? Is this really okay?]

Yes--yes, please.

[Hastily breathed out over Peter's mouth as he returns another peck, feeling bold by this welcome.]

[ It's okay as long as they do it inside, away from public eyes. His aunt knows how he feels and while she might not approve of this right now, he wants to believe she'll warm up to Frank the same way he did. How couldn't she? Frank is like a walking, talking surprise of charm and warmth.

Peter takes another kiss, almost missing May adding, ]

Peter, you're having milk.

[ After whatever he did last night, she's not letting him drink more. Which does make him leave Frank's side long enough to poke his head into the kitchen to argue about it, 'What? Why?' 'You know why.' ]

[Under a roof, her roof he still wants to be in her good graces. That means that there would be better chances of time with Peter. Less worry for her. Never mind that Frank didn't know Peter didn't exist this time yesterday. That was an old life. Now he's here, in it. The world is new. He could happily live in his smiles. Fingers locked together and he follows.]

I--if it's a problem I can have milk too.

[Spoken softly to Peter.]

[ Peter is throwing an impressive not-pout in his aunt's direction before it drops when he turns back to Frank, ]

No! It's fine! She just... doesn't like me drinking that much.

[ May adds from where she is at the stove, ]

Especially when you have work tomorrow.

[ Peter nods, ]

That, too.

Oohhh. [Frank's eyebrows lift and fall as he wiggles them at Peter.]

Don't want that now, do we?

[Though he was not completely drunk out of his senses, no. They had some fun in their way. A little dancing. A little poetry a lot of... He bites his lip and approaches the doorway of the kitchen.]

Anything I can do to help, Ma'am?

[ Peter feels his cheeks flush - both at Frank's teasing and the memory of last night - and gives him a little shove. And then lifts their joined hands to nip at the other man's knuckles.

And then kiss them.

May, continues to finish with the prepping of the food and just gestures to the wine bottle, ]

You can help yourself. And help Peter set the table, if you please.

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[Each and every kiss now is just sending his heart soaring to greater heights. If he could die in the next few minutes this would have been the happiest of his life. Frank leans on in to nuzzle at Peter's cheek pausing because he hears May speaking.]

Thank you, yes. Wine for you too, Ma'am?

[Peter's hand gets a squeeze.]

Yes, thank you. They'd be great.

[ She sounds a little winded as she gets the plates and silverware set on the countertop. Peter gives Frank's hand a squeeze back before finally letting go to move and help his aunt in preparing the table for their meal. ]

[The very first glass he pours, once directed to where they were, is for May. Frank is a considerate guest and doesn't pour near as much for himself. He gently lifts it to her in thanks, taking a sip.]

I'll help too.

[Seeing as he was also part of the problem, making sure Peter had drinks. Really encouraging him to stay...le whoops.]

[ She takes the glass with a nod of thanks and a smile. She takes a sip as she watches the two of them. ]

I hope you don't mind Irish stew, Mr. ...?

Castle, Ma'am.

[He smiles back at her.]

...Frank is fine too.

[He looks to Peter, hoping to get an indication if he's doing right or wrong. Already he is a polite man, though he wants nothing more to find a place to fit here.]

[ She nods again, ]

Mr. Castle. I hope the stew is alright. May not be a three-course meal but it will fill you up.

[ Peter gives him the 'okay' signal at the way he's setting things out. As nice as the dining room looks, they aren't really all that formal. May holds out the basket of rolls for Peter to take before returning back to the kitchen to grab the soup.

Peter whispers to Frank, 'You don't have to be nervous.' ]

It smells delicious. I already get a feeling it'll be great.

[He gently sets the plates down. This is so different than putting on airs for people that don't know. This has never happened before. Frank laughs softly to himself and nods at Peter's whisper. Yes. Right. Setting the table for three for stew doesn't take terribly long. He waits until both Peter and May are in the room before starting to get more comfortable in a seat.]

[ May can't deny being pleased by his manners. But she still prefers to keep a polite distance between them for the time being. (Even as she keeps her reservations to herself about the whole... budding relationship.)

She brings the soup in and after setting the pot down, fills Frank's bowl first, followed by Peter's and her own. It's only after they are sitting that she continues the conversation. ]

So, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?

[The polite distance along with reservations are both things Frank can understand completely. Still he would like to do whatever he can to be in her good graces. That'd mean no hard feelings if--when he comes around to collect Peter. Sitting he cups his bowl to feel the warmth of the meal. The smell is truly enough to make his stomach grumble. He waits until everyone has their spoon in hand to do the same.]

I don't mind at all. I work for the Hoyle Construction company. We're in the process of putting together a multistory apartment right now.

[Sounds way better than 'I pour cement and weld steel for hours and hours' Frank's almost proud of himself.]

[ Peter is certainly proud of him, practically beaming as he eats. May's brows go up, ]

Construction is hard work. But an honest living. My husband and Peter's father did that when they were younger, too.

[ She takes a bite from her own soup before asking the next thing, ]

Have you lived in the city long? Or just from another part of it?

[ It was big enough to get plenty lost in, after all. ]

[Since Peter is close, Frank shifts his foot beneath the table to touch it to his own. Though he betrays nothing else, sitting upright and giving a smile to may across the table.]

It isn't easy, it's true. My boss is a good man. He wouldn't lead us wrong. I feel lucky to be on his crew.

[Lucky for the chance. He chews and waits to swallow before replying.]

I uhhh moved here about a year and a half or so ago. My parents own a farm upstate.

[ Peter presses his foot right back, eating the stew with gusto after the past day he's had. He's in the process of dipping his second roll into it when May continues, ]

A farm?

[ She lets how impressed she is slip into her voice and expression. ]

Hard to imagine anyone wanting to leave a farm for the city but I guess I just wish it were quieter some nights. Do you still visit your parents?

[ Peter protests with his mouth full: ]

Au'May!

[ And she holds up a hand in placation while the other is holding her wine, ]

I'm just curious! Family is important!

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