Hey Buddy

”I’m alright, I’m... I’m alright.” Peter was very much not alright, but getting him to admit it to anyone, least of all a stranger, would be like pulling teeth. He knew he was being irrational, and strange, and so, so obviously broken, but he didn’t know how to stop it. The scraps of peace he had found here were vastly outweighed by the stress that gnawed at him every waking moment. The feeling that he was doing something wrong, just by existing here. The hand Adam offered was almost completely ignored, Peters eyes flicking down to find it empty, unthreatening. ”There is no anything here. He agreed, looking up at Adam, wondering what worries he would have with guards anywhere else. The tall man didn’t look the violent type, so... a thief? Peter narrows his eyes and looked up at Adam, focusing entirely on this new line of thought and ifnoringrhe turmoil locked just behind his face. Peter I will learn to love the skies I’m under