[Admittedly, it DOES surprise him to be kissed in public by Peter. ...but it's not a bad surprise.]
[...because he knows Venkman. He knows that, despite how much of a disaster he can be at times, Peter understands when to exercise self-control with his romantic urges- especially when it comes to Egon, Ray, and himself. He kind of has to- it's a sad fact of life Winston knows just as well. You have to learn to keep those parts of yourself hidden if you want to be safe. Like a kind of camouflage. It's a survival tactic you need to pick up at some point or another. It's inevitable.]
[But it... doesn't have to be. It shouldn't have to be. Maybe it isn't, here. Venkman's already spent eight long months here with two men he loves. With that experience already under his belt, Winston trusts him to know what he's doing with this kiss. To know if it's okay in this world.]
[And sure enough, they're not getting a reaction. Not any response that a man and woman kissing wouldn't be getting, at least. A few people looking over at them with mild curiosity at most, and the rest minding their own business. The rush of euphoria that washes over him learning this... is indescribable. He can kiss him and it's okay. He can get weak in the knees over this and it's okay. His hands can clumsily climb up Peter's back until they're grasping at his shoulderblades for dear life and it's okay.]
[Of course he still has to pull away just to catch his breath, ducking his head down again around Peter's neck, coming in for another round of kisses to it, this time not caring to hide that that's what he's doing.]
What doesn't this place have over New York? [He laughs out breathlessly, voice wavering while he presses a smile against Peter's skin.]
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[...because he knows Venkman. He knows that, despite how much of a disaster he can be at times, Peter understands when to exercise self-control with his romantic urges- especially when it comes to Egon, Ray, and himself. He kind of has to- it's a sad fact of life Winston knows just as well. You have to learn to keep those parts of yourself hidden if you want to be safe. Like a kind of camouflage. It's a survival tactic you need to pick up at some point or another. It's inevitable.]
[But it... doesn't have to be. It shouldn't have to be. Maybe it isn't, here. Venkman's already spent eight long months here with two men he loves. With that experience already under his belt, Winston trusts him to know what he's doing with this kiss. To know if it's okay in this world.]
[And sure enough, they're not getting a reaction. Not any response that a man and woman kissing wouldn't be getting, at least. A few people looking over at them with mild curiosity at most, and the rest minding their own business. The rush of euphoria that washes over him learning this... is indescribable. He can kiss him and it's okay. He can get weak in the knees over this and it's okay. His hands can clumsily climb up Peter's back until they're grasping at his shoulderblades for dear life and it's okay.]
[Of course he still has to pull away just to catch his breath, ducking his head down again around Peter's neck, coming in for another round of kisses to it, this time not caring to hide that that's what he's doing.]
What doesn't this place have over New York? [He laughs out breathlessly, voice wavering while he presses a smile against Peter's skin.]