PETER
Apparently, he was hungrier than he thought, the smell of bread and jam making his mouth water and his stomach growl audibly. Peter was already rolling a piece of the bread up and lifting it to his mouth when Loren made the offer of toast. ”N-no, bread is... this is good.” He took a bite and tried a smile, despite the heavy mood that hung in the kitchen. ”Thank you.”Peters brows pulled together when Loren disagreed with him, confusion on his face, not innocent like he’d been with the bread, but worried. ”I didn’t... I mean, it’s not... not a motivator. It’s... punishment for bad, right? So... so I don’t do bad. It’s not... like what you said.” At least, he didn’t want to think about it like that. It would open a door that he wasn’t ready to get near yet. Not now. Where Loren might have been able to pull himself away from the cycle of abuse, even temporarily, Peter wasn’t willing to admit that to himself yet. ”Does... what happen often?” Had he gotten so distracted thinking about trying to not think that he’d missed something? Unless Loren was talking about his lip, but... he didn’t really see how that was related either.
”But...” Peter didn’t know why he wanted to defend this so badly, but it seemed important. For both of them. ”I... I want to be here. And... I want to... to be a part of this.” Peter moved, taking a chance closer to Loren, and carefully, as if he was approaching some kind of wounded animal, reaching a hand out to rest it on his arm. ”I don’t wanna... stop.” More than anything, Peter hopes he’s making some kind of sense, that he’s explaining well enough to Loren that he’s understood. All he’d wanted before this, before a family, was for someone to stand by his side. And he was slowly, slowly getting people like that, and immediately wanted to reach out, to offer his hand out as well.
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
