A pleasant shiver ran down Peter's spine as he ended the call. Whatever had gotten into Rory was very welcome as far as he was concerned. Change of heart, being amped up due to his career launch, whatever it was...it was good.

He did manage to finish the task his friend interrupted before signing out and gathering his things to go...not home. He tossed his bag and his coat into the Jeep and took the drive into Queens as fast as city traffic would allow. If he had taken the time to change into street clothes and primp a little before leaving the hospital grounds, so be it.

Arriving in Woodside, Peter spent more time than he wanted looking for parking before finally taking the liberty (and bit of a risk) and parallel parking his Jeep quite snug against a certain motorcycle. He didn't touch the shiny beast but there wasn't room to run your hand between the Jeep's passenger door and the bike's gas tank either.

By the time he was buzzing Rory's apartment, Peter was actually feeling pretty relaxed about the prospect of getting more than friendly with the lanky musician. It wasn't as if his attraction to the man were a secret. And it wasn't as if this were the first time they'd attempted a little one on one either.