PETER
More than anything else, the comment about Adam’s guns sets his mind at ease, that single scrap of shared memory letting everything else settle into place. ”Maybe... maybe he’ll get better again. Now that those are uh... gone.” If he were being honest, he’d say he was relieved by that face, but he’s bad enough at masking his emotions that it’s obvious anyway.
Somehow, he knows the question is strange. Knows it’s not quite what he wants to ask, though he doesn’t know what he does want to voice, so that’s a moot point. Instead, he tries to take the answer for what it is, a simple thing that he can use to patch the parts of him that are lacking, in that particular department.
At least he doesn’t have to wallow in it, doesn’t have to struggle. His whole body tensed, a whisper of a sound coming from him as an arm slides open to reveal one of his hidden blades again, his gaze thrown all about the trees around them. ”Yes.” He breathes back, afraid to be too loud, to draw attention to them. ”What do you think it is?”
Somehow, he knows the question is strange. Knows it’s not quite what he wants to ask, though he doesn’t know what he does want to voice, so that’s a moot point. Instead, he tries to take the answer for what it is, a simple thing that he can use to patch the parts of him that are lacking, in that particular department.
At least he doesn’t have to wallow in it, doesn’t have to struggle. His whole body tensed, a whisper of a sound coming from him as an arm slides open to reveal one of his hidden blades again, his gaze thrown all about the trees around them. ”Yes.” He breathes back, afraid to be too loud, to draw attention to them. ”What do you think it is?”
I’m sorry lover, I’m sorry I bring you down
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
