PETER
The place he had been calling home had stopped being a place in the time between Peter leaving and Peter returning. It was... strange to deal with. He thinks he maybe wants to cry, with the way his eyes burn, but Pet instead just asks around, as much as he can. No casualties, which eases the dread in his chest but raises a different question.
Where else does he find Adam? A nights pondering and morning necessity drove him into the bar, setting up in a quiet, private corner he could watch the door from. Habits still carried through ascension, even if the effectiveness of them didn’t. And it’s simply Adam’s atmosphere, with a lack of any alternative at the moment.
It’s an idea that pays off so quickly that Pet actually forgets himself for a moment, and in his haste to stand, sends the chair flying out behind him and clattering to the ground. And thats... it’s just embarrassing, more than enough to freeze him in place, a blotchy silvery sheen blooming over his face. Not the reunion he’d wanted at all, but more than enough to draw every eye in the room to him, Adam’s included.
Where else does he find Adam? A nights pondering and morning necessity drove him into the bar, setting up in a quiet, private corner he could watch the door from. Habits still carried through ascension, even if the effectiveness of them didn’t. And it’s simply Adam’s atmosphere, with a lack of any alternative at the moment.
It’s an idea that pays off so quickly that Pet actually forgets himself for a moment, and in his haste to stand, sends the chair flying out behind him and clattering to the ground. And thats... it’s just embarrassing, more than enough to freeze him in place, a blotchy silvery sheen blooming over his face. Not the reunion he’d wanted at all, but more than enough to draw every eye in the room to him, Adam’s included.
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
