”I can decide. I did decide.” Peter insisted, his hands coming to a rest. After the nervous fidgeting from before, the stillness seemed more unnatural, especially in combination with the unblinking stare.
Without the backdrop of any kind of real family dynamic, chosen or otherwise, Peter only felt like Adam was butting his head in where it didn’t belong. This was something he hadn’t been excited about, that he had been hoping to share with someone’s he had hoped was a friend. It felt like he just couldn’t win, no matter what he did, someone would be unhappy.
Adams examples of how things could get worse drew a humourless huff from Peter, his eyes flicking away from the other man, down towards the farmhouse. ”I do know that kind of thing goes. It’s bad. I... I know.” Peter shook his head as his voice cracked, then turned back to Adam, eyes now glistening. ”This isn’t that. I know.” It wasn’t that he was blind to the similarities, but... it was impossible to escape similarities. If he judged his new family by his previous hells, how would he be able to grow? How would anyone be proud of him?
”You don’t... you don’t know them. And... you just... just said you’re not the right kind. Crowd.” Hypocrisy was easy to point out, and far easier to focus on than any misgivings Adam has managed to seed.
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
