If Peter wanted to keep arguing in circles, he would have said it didn’t matter whether Adam thought he was going to be hurt or not. There had never been an order he’d refused, even if it put him in danger. Even if it made him feel sick. One person wasn’t enough to undo a life of conditioning.
”I don’t like it.” Peter retorted sharply, leaning forward on the branch and frowning down at Adam. He was lounged in the tree like he belonged there, like this was second nature. ”Things are... they’re simple, and you—“
Whatever point Peter had been about to make fell silent, his eyes following the slide of Adams shirt sleeve. His blue gaze moved over the newly exposed skin, Peters mouth still open, before he closed his eyes and sat up again, as if the extra inches of distance between them would get Adam out of his head. ”It’s not that!” Peter hissed, turning to look out over the horizon. ”I don’t... this is why... why I didn’t wanna talk. You... make things like this.”
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
