“Oh, I know. You’re a proper hero, walking between worlds.” He threw Jer a grin. “Pretty sure there’re songs about you. Or there will be, if Cadence has his way.”
“I do love him,” Jer said. “And I love you. Not in the same way. He’s…him. The rest of my heart. But you’re you, too. And I don’t want you to think I don’t care. I do.”
“I’ll remember that,” Peter told him, “when your other half’s trying to talk me into committee meetings. How many times can I ask you to help get me out of diplomacy, you reckon, before it gets suspicious?” But he still had a hand on Jer’s elbow; he squeezed lightly, and those big brown eyes met his. Peter gave him a little nod; Jer’s expression eased into a smile.
“I don’t know,” Jeremiah said, “I’ll think about it. I’ll tell him I need to ask about moving some more of my things over, out of the guest house, in with him. Especially in the bedroom. That’ll work.”