they own this town

As soon as Rexanna starts to answer him, Peters eyes move away from her face, trailing over her before settling on the ground. Something is different. He’s certain of it. It’s a question for later though, no room in his mind for new mysteries when he’s trying to work through her words. ”Does this... is this... no.” He’s coming a conclusion he doesn’t like, his eyes snapping back up to her face. ”Why... did you have to escape?” His voice is almost a whisper, as if the softness of his words might change the situation. When Zariah said marriage, he’d imagined someone... well, quite literally faceless. Unknown to him. And he would have been able to swallow that. But... not Rex. ”I-I... I’m sorry.” The apology was somehow even softer, but the thought process was the same. If she couldn’t hear it, it couldn’t be true. It’s was easy to see how the new revelation twisted within him. Peter stood still as a statue, his arms crossed over his chest and his hands wrapped tightly around his elbows. His jaw moved as he chewed on his words, shredding the inside of his cheek in the process. ”Why... what are you d-doing... here? Back here?” He asks after a beat, not sure what else to say. Whatever other questions he’d had had fled his mind in the wake of his realization. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good