PETER
"You can... you can do, uh... make bread?" It seemed simple, like something he should already know, and yet the idea baffled Peter. Not that he'd ever put much thought into where bread came from. Not that bread had been a staple of his diet until he'd come to Caido. Moving close so he could watch Loren's kneading. "I... I would like some. If it... if that's okay."As casual as he was trying to be, there is concern in Peter's face, etched into his eyes as he looks from the dough to Loren's face. The other man sounds so weary. Looks so weary. It's a feeling Peter is well versed in, but not one he's ever found a relief for. Things just fade, the weight fading away, or maybe, becoming something he's used to. Peter fidgets, rubbing the hem of his thick sweater between his fingers and chewing on his lip, chapped from the cold.
Loren's question made his eyes dip again, shame rising up in the back of his throat in response to having his absence pointed out. "Thing's are... yes, they're fine." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince the summoner. "I just... it's... it's weird, uh... being here. I don't..." Peter bit his lip again, hard enough to make it bleed, not that he seemed to notice. He didn't know how to get his feeling across, and be understood. "I don't... maybe I shouldn't be around. Like, it's bad."
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
