PETER
As soon as Loren spoke the consequences of the oath, Peter's fidgeting stilled, worried eyes moving over the other. He recognized the tone, the expression, but he'd never been on this side of the confession. It was strange. Comfort was not something that came naturally to him, not something that had ever had the chance to come naturally to him, but in the moment he wanted to offer something to Loren, his body leaning in close.Already, a flaw in the oath, the power structure stood out to Peter, but he didn't have the voice to point it out, too engrossed in the horror of the reality Loren was explaining. That he had lived. He took a deep breath, then stood, stepping to stand in front of the chair Loren was sitting in. Nothing he could say would undo the childhood, of lack thereof, that Loren had had, Peter knew that fact all too well. But...
"You can... or..." Peter bit his lip, then inserted himself into the idea as well, despite his worries about it. "We can... do better here. right?"
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
