PETER
There was quiet between them. A thoughtful silence, and Peter did his best to not feel anxious about it. To give Loren the time he needed to work things out in his head, without feeling like he was being rushed. Finally though, Loren held out a hand, one Peter regarded with something like suspicion for the breath it took the summoner to speak. Then his hesitation melted away, and he took Lorens hand, nodding as he did. ”Together.” It felt like a promise, in the strangest way. From the floor, Peter met Lorens concern with a cock of his head, as if he wasn’t sure what exactly was wrong with what he was doing. The other man kept speaking before he could voice a question, and Peter moved along with the words easily, eager to help. ”That’s okay.” He reassured. ”I’m not uh... not good with anything. And... I’ve had to... had to spend time with... bad people. I can be... I will be patient.” Of course he would. He didn’t want to be any other way.
There was more he wanted to do, more he wanted to say. Peter wanted to prove he wasn’t just... saying whatever he thought would make Loren feel best. Or whatever Loren might think. That he knew things could get better. Maybe not in the most flashy ways, but... better was still better.
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
