Coming Off The Rails

As Adam pulled away, Peter found he couldn’t look anywhere but the other mans face. There was more visible in his eyes than he really knew how to process, things he didn’t understand. The warm weight of Adams hands on his shoulders helped to ground Peter, to pull him out of the disassociative state he was in. Reality sunk in again, and anything warm froze to crystalline panic in his veins. ”No...” The word was soft, barely a breath, but then Peter was pulling away from Adams hands, from Adam. ”No, I... I have to... I can’t... I can’t not, I only... only know this. I can... I can be safe.” Pet lifted his hand to touch his lips, not seeking to notice despite how it affected his already disjointed speech. You can... too. Just... listen.” Peter ducked away frok the taller man, fast enough that he was out of reach before Adam could try to catch him. ”Be safe.” The words were said like a plea, the last ones that fell from his lips before he left. Adam was... exciting, and new, but nothing like anything Peter knew. Something familiar was easier to deal with than what Adam had shown him, no matter how horrible the familiar was. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good