Hey Buddy

”I didn’t see..: didn’t see any big birds.” Confusion tugged Peters brows together, distracting him from his turmoil if nothing else. He wasn’t sure if he was being made fun of or not by this man. He was difficult to read, almost by design, and loud and familiar and... lots of other things Peter wasn’t willing to think too hard on. Peter had never been offered a drink before, for any reason. He rolled the suggestion around his head, trying to decide if he wanted to. One one hand, he didn’t trust Adam, in any way. But on the other, maybe this was the first step to living instead of just surviving. ”A drink sounds... nice, uh, good? It sounds good.” Peter tried to quirk his lips up to resemble a smile, though he was sure his efforts looked more like a grimace. Despite his pained look, there was a little trill of excitement in his belly as well. Peter I will learn to love the skies I’m under