PETER
”That’s not... you need to have...” Peter gestured, trying to find the words. ”...balance. Different people get... get treated different.” There was a nuance to dealing with people, even he knew that, though he’d never been good at it. Bea should learn it too, especially if she was going to be a leader some day. The frown on Peters face grew deeper as he watched more of his things scatter to the floor. He stepped forward in the wake of Bea’s mess and started grabbing things up in his arms, ready to shove them back in the drawers behind her.
Peter had gotten more candy, but he wasn’t about to admit that. Especially when the younger Launceleyn mentioned a boyfriend. Adam wasn’t even really his boyfriend, they were just a thing, something he didn’t put too much thought in. He sputtered, but no words came out, a red flush creeping up his neck and into his face and ears.
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
