ADAM
Peter's hands tightening in his shirt weren't exactly a sign of overwhelming enthusiasm, but Adam was surprised to simply not be rejected. He was confused enough himself about why this was why he'd chosen to show his feelings (it felt right, but still too much). After a moment he gently pushed away, his hands resting on Peter's shoulders.
His eyes searching for something in Peter's, he whispered. "Please trust me. I'm trying to tell you this seems bad. And I think you know it does, really. You're just..." He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Y'just scared, right? I get it. But...this is gonna get a lot scarier if we go along with it. We could make a plan, you and me. Sort ourselves out."
His eyes searching for something in Peter's, he whispered. "Please trust me. I'm trying to tell you this seems bad. And I think you know it does, really. You're just..." He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Y'just scared, right? I get it. But...this is gonna get a lot scarier if we go along with it. We could make a plan, you and me. Sort ourselves out."
good evening, misadventure.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
farewell morality.
it's time for another risky venture,
into the depths of depravity.
