Peter
And I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something unfriendly
There is a sound. Sharp. Different. It's not enough to shake him out of the silent breakdown, but it is enough to have his ears sharpening, his muscles tensing. A voice breaks over Peter, not familiar at first, but enough to silence him, the sudden quiet ringing in his ears. Recognition doesn't click until the second question, and all at once Peter is a mess of limbs pushing himself up, his feet under him and his arms behind his back in an instant. And I was possessed by something unfriendly
"I'm fine." He answers, in a short, clipped voice that very plainly says he's lying. Peter's eyes don't shift over the Demi-god at all, avoiding the empty space around her as if he was afraid it would suck him in. "I-I... I'm sorry for wo... for worrying you." For being loud enough to have been found. For needing to be found in the first place. Pet's head is so low now his chin touches his chest, his shoulders rising up around his ears.
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
And that’s how I learned to survive
And that’s how I learned to survive
