Tie One On

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Highwayman was not a term familiar to Peter, so he couldn’t be the judge of whether Adam was the best or not (he didn’t think Adam was, not matter what it was) but he could tell it involved some kind of thievery. Thanks in no small part to Adams complaining about it not being glamorous. Peter wasn’t actually sure he was following any of this conversation if he was being honest, but he sipped his drink and nodded like he was. At the insinuation that he was a ‘criminal type’, Peter looked down at looked down at himself, as if trying to figure out what exactly it was about him that gave him away. The dark clothes? The multitude of scars? The grip of a blade in his belt? ”I did... I did what I was told. I was a good listener.” It was the truth, though perhaps not as specific as Adam had been looking for. “Right now I don’t uh... there’s no one to tell me, so I... so I don’t so much.”