Peter leaned back when Adam did, testing his balance as keen blue eyes searched the other mans face like he was trying to decipher thoughts before they were given voice. What he saw obviously wasn’t what he was expecting, Peters face and stomach dropping. Shouldn’t Adam be happy for him? They were friends.... were they friends? Peter didn’t know how to tell.
”Not... no, not adopted like that.” Relief cut through Peter, confusion an easier pill to swallow than condemnation. And he could see where it had come from, his phrasing not the best to explain the situation, though he didn’t know any better. ”I... met a woman, Z-Zariah.” Even though she was not near, Pet stumbled over the name, years of instinct telling him he should not say it out loud. ”She asked me some things, and she... we talked, and she... she invited me to join her family.”
Leaning forward, Pet looked away from Adam, out over the fields, his eyes not touching the little farmhouse closest to them. ”It’s like... work, and everything, but I... I have a new name, and things to do, and training.” Even though he was taking about very menial things, it was clear Peter couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. It was familiar, something he could do easily, and it gave him the structure he’d been missing since he came here. And... this was different than before. He could feel it.
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
