PETER
The rest of the bread disappeared quickly, Peter trying and failing to not lick his fingers clean where a stray bit of jam had gotten on him. He watched Loren nurse his tea, keeping quiet and considering what to say. The question felt like a trap, if only because he wasn’t sure what the correct answer was. ”Not... not often.” The answer came out shaky, uncertain. Peter licked his lips, trying to keep from worrying the bottom one between his teeth. ”Not... as much. Anymore.” He appended, feeling slightly better being more honest. The last thing Peter had expected was Loren’s hand coming to rest over his own. He didn’t stiffen, but he did drop his eyes to the ground, feeling strange with the summoners eyes on him. Maybe he was overstepping his boundaries, maybe he had gone too far. His fingers faltered, trapped now, but trembling gently. ”I don’t... really know uh... what I’m... what I need to do, though...” The heels of his boots bumped together, all of Peter suddenly restless, anxious. Sure, he’d taken a first step, but into what? All of this was new to him, and he had never dealt well with change. With having to determine his own steps. Someone had always told him what to do next.
”Will... I mean, can you...” Peters eyes flicked to to Loren’s face, just for a breath, before returning to the floor. ”Can you... help? I-I... never uh... wanted to bother Zariah, or... or Edrei.” They scared me. was the unspoken continuation. ”I don’t know... anything about uh... u-us?” The words weren’t all he wanted to ask, or say, but it was all he had the nerve to do. Maybe, once he was certain he wasn’t actually bothering Loren, he’d be comfortable enough to speak more.
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
