It’s was honestly pure chance, and some bad luck on his part, that Peter was even in the fields that night. The conversation with Adam had left his head off centre, not to mention the kiss. Even now, Peters lips tingled and a nauseous but not feeling swirled in his stomach.
Peter had actually been retrieving the last few things he owned from Maea, figuring the finality of the action would make it easier to separate the after. He was a Launceleyn now, was part of a family, and he couldn’t dwell on things that might have been or things that were trying to be.
As Adams voice rang out over the fields, Peter was up a tree, sitting in its branches and staring out over the farmland. It would have been easy to just ignore Adam, let him walk by and not answer. Peter wasn’t the kind of person who could do that though.
He waited until Adam had passed by where he was lurking, then swung, hanging upside down from the branch behind Adam. ”I’m here.” He said softly, his face blank. ”I... I don’t wanna talk. You should... you should just go.”
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
