So Very Fine, So Happy Together

The shrines, and the gods they hid, had been silent for him twice now. If he was being honest, Peter didn’t think the third time would be any different, but if nothing else, the shrine was a quiet place, a place where he could sit, and think, and talk to himself, just for a little bit. And oh, he had lots to talk about. ”I didn’t... I’m not here for me.” He said, soft enough that the words didn’t ounce around the stone, and set down the few things he’d brought as offerings. A flower, found coated in ice and somehow spared from the harsh cold, and a loaf of bread, fresh baked, though not by his hands. ”I’m here for... for other people. I wanna be better for them. I just... if there’s... someone who can help me...” He sighed, and sat down, crossing his legs. Peters mind went to Adam, first of all. Of course it did. There was a tangle in his chest and a giddy, nervous heat in his mind that accompanied thoughts of the other man, feelings Peter didn’t know what to do with, or how to reveal. If he even should reveal them. Then, slowly, naturally, his mind moved to the other people he’d met, the people who were kind, different from anyone he’d known before. Rexanna, Loren, Maea. ”I just... want to know... to know how to be what they need. What they want.” It used to be so simple. Peter sighed again, rubbing at his arms, and fell silent, losing himself in his thoughts. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good