It's not exactly guilt that has Peter looking away, though it certainly resembles it. "[say]No one got... there wasn't murders here. At least... at least not that I know about.[/say]" He steps in through the threshold, frowning at the familiar front room, the tables and chairs covered in a healthy layer of dust, sprouts doing their best to push up into the sunlight that streams in through the window during the day.
"[say]I uh... lived here, before. When I... when it was new.[/say]" Both arms come out to gesture around them, Pet forging a new path through the dust and turning to face the other ascended. He pulls his shoulders in and does his best to keep his eyes focused on Adam, though they waver now and again. "[say]We... we don't have to stay? If you don't like it?[say]"
"[say]I uh... lived here, before. When I... when it was new.[/say]" Both arms come out to gesture around them, Pet forging a new path through the dust and turning to face the other ascended. He pulls his shoulders in and does his best to keep his eyes focused on Adam, though they waver now and again. "[say]We... we don't have to stay? If you don't like it?[say]"
