Adams laughter brought a bright red flush to Peters ears, his gaze still stubbornly focused away from the other man. From the situation as a whole honestly. This would be so much easier if Adam could just drop it, and they could talk about something else. Something simple.
”Why do you... why do you call me that?” It wasn’t that the nickname had fallen on deaf ears before, but Peter had been willing to overlook it because of how Adam said it. Now, when he was frustrated, it was harder to swallow. It was a straw that he was grasping at though, another half complaint Peter could use to keep dancing around the real topic.
The talk of Zariah was what broke his back, Peter dropping through the branches and stepping close so he could whisper in Adams face. ”Don’t say that.” Though he was clearly trying to be intimidating, the effect was ruined by the tremor of fear in his voice. There were ears everywhere, and he didn’t need this conversation to be heard. ”She’s good. Just... listen, and do your jobs, and things go... they go nice.” What was so hard to grasp about 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
