Even before Jordan, Perry was always more prone to hookups and casual relationships. He's just never been the sort of "emotional vulnerability" or "healthy dynamics" or "empathy". His career certainly doesn't help with his interpersonal relationship management, but the divorce certainly knocked him down a few pegs in terms of interest in commitment.

So... Here they are. His coworker at Sacred Heart, and the person he's been sleeping with for the past few months. Technically, they shouldn't be doing this, it could end poorly if someone found out, and if it ended poorly, then it could make the work environment terse. Still, he needs the stress relief, and he finds himself drawn to them whenever he's especially wound up. They've never judged him for his issues, for his baggage. They're always just there, whenever he needs them, and it's the closest he's been to a relationship in... Well, obviously ever since Jordan.

"There you are." Perry mumbles, his mood brightening up somewhat at the sight of them. They're in the janitor's closet, Perry is propped up against a shelf, a dumb cocky smirk on his face, the smirk which makes people want to sock him in the face. More people would do so if they weren't so damn intimidated by him.

He extends his hands towards them, gesturing them closer until his hands land on their sides, so that he can hold on. Perry gives a satisfied hum, pressing a kiss to the corner of their mouth, and then their jaw. "This is sooo much better than staring longingly at you from across the ER." He exhales, squeezing them playfully, yet firmly. He loves doing that; his stress ball.