Peter Pan: Back to Never-land (A queer re imagining)

Peter:

I barely make it out of there before I start crying and anger is surging through me. It's 2 in the morning but at this point I don't really care. I can't imagine what Patrick has been through, his parents and everyone here are still feeding him a lie from nearly five years ago about homosexuality. He still thinks he has a psychological disorder, still thinks that he is the problem. And what's worse everyone here just kept letting him think that. It hurts my soul and my heart. And on top of that i came out of that room a different person. For the longest time I've had no clue about who I love or what that means but when I got passionate about the doctors being wrong and I comforted Patrick, it didn't feel like I was just comforting him, I was comforting myself too. And I started to think that maybe one day I could love a boy and it would be okay? No way is society there yet, but maybe one day right? If the doctors can change their stance, maybe society can too.

Miles rushes at me in a panic.
"Oh my god, Peter! What happened?" I shrug him off. He could have told Patrick the truth but he didn't. Miles' brown eyes widen at me in shock.
"Okaaay." He says dragging the word out. "Come on, let's go somewhere and talk before you wake everyone up." Miles offers his hand to me.
I consider snapping at him but I'm quite honestly too exhausted to fight him. So I reluctantly give him my hand and he takes me out back to the back yard from last night. Except now I can hear the clanging of shields coming from outside and occasionally a cry out in pain and that unsettles me. And Miles too.
"Come on, I have another spot in mind." He says and I follow him with not a care, even though I probably should. Miles leads me back inside the house and up some old and rickety spiral stairs until he pulls down a trap door from the ceiling. Without a word I follow him into the attic. Like this isn't the weirdest thing ever.

Miles closed the door and we pull up chairs around a simple mahogany coffee table, in the middle of an attic that looks like a mini library.
"So I can guess what's happened, you have taken a liking to young Prince Patrick?" Miles says with a theatrical tip of his hat. "And hence forth.." Miles shakes his head. "and I'm guessing he told you about.."

"Yeah Miles he did!" I try so hard not to yell at him and only just succeeded. "He still thinks he has some psychological problem  because of who he loves. How can you live in this house and be okay with that.. unless.." it hits me, Miles could be just as bad as his parents. I leap up and distance myself from him.
"Unless you're just like them, and you want him to believe that he's sick.."
Miles grabs my wrist.
"Peter, calm down. I'm just like you, I'm just like Patrick. I was you! I took a liking to the prince too, until his parents caught our one and only kiss and were basically going to fire me if i so much as spoke to their son. And deep down I knew I wouldn't survive, I needed the job to survive."

Oh!
"Oh! I'm sorry. But still you could told him.."
I start Miles cuts me off. His eyes wide and mirroring my own pain.
"Can you imagine if I did, they would have killed me and fired me." He says and then cups his hand over his mouth. "Peter, you didn't?"

"I did, I didn't realise he didn't know but I don't regret it." I snap at him. "I'd sooner die than let someone live in shame like that, thinking they were sick. When I know better."

"You're very brave then." Miles says looking down at his feet and then he looks up at me with wet eyes. "Just promise me you'll be careful Peter. Patrick and I only ever shared one kiss other wise we made small talk but we weren't careful enough, they knew their son had never so much as looked at a girl like he did me, and they knew. And you're braver than I am, it's going to be worse for you."

I feel for Miles, I do.
"Do you still love him?" I ask. Miles laughs.
"No Peter, other than the kiss, there was nothing more than observing someone we thought was attractive from afar between Patrick and I. You don't have anything to worry about." Miles smiles.