Oh, I'm not saying any of this is a conscious decision. I don't necessarily think that Jason is going looking for a way to prove he isn't gay, I just think that some part of his subconscious wants a scapegoat and some sense of normalcy to balance out the taboo.
But I have just realised that Jason probably is (or was) actually in love with Peter. Ivy: Have you ever felt this way before? [referencing her own growing emotional attachment to Jason; what could be called love] Jason: Yeah. Once. He's clearly talking about Jason. It's a musical, so there's no one else he could be talking about. I was going to say that the line in Peter's song to the priest "Did you know how much he loved? Did you know how much he cared?" could have just been Peter's misguided interpretation of Jason's feelings skewed by his own (both positive and negative). But yeah, not thinking that so much any more.
Perhaps someone should have told Jason that you can have the white picket fence and 2.3 kids and the boy you love who'll have dinner on the table when you get home from work.
Perhaps that'd be a good fic to write - the third dream, the hallucinatoin as he passes, in which he sees what could have been, what should have been. Perhaps that's when he relaises just how much he loves Peter, and how much the label is meaningless.
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But I have just realised that Jason probably is (or was) actually in love with Peter.
Ivy: Have you ever felt this way before? [referencing her own growing emotional attachment to Jason; what could be called love]
Jason: Yeah. Once.
He's clearly talking about Jason. It's a musical, so there's no one else he could be talking about. I was going to say that the line in Peter's song to the priest "Did you know how much he loved? Did you know how much he cared?" could have just been Peter's misguided interpretation of Jason's feelings skewed by his own (both positive and negative). But yeah, not thinking that so much any more.
Perhaps someone should have told Jason that you can have the white picket fence and 2.3 kids and the boy you love who'll have dinner on the table when you get home from work.
Perhaps that'd be a good fic to write - the third dream, the hallucinatoin as he passes, in which he sees what could have been, what should have been. Perhaps that's when he relaises just how much he loves Peter, and how much the label is meaningless.