Rating out of Ten

It was incredibly clear, to anyone who might glance his way, that Peter was on edge. His whole body was taught, like an overwound spring, like he might snap up and apart at any moment. And he might. This was his first experience with Longnight, and he was in a new place, surrounded largely by strangers. Really, the only thing bringing him any kind of relief was Adam. The arm slung around him was slowly wearing on his alertness, Pets body arching to lean against his partner, and the kisses and whispered words pressed against his head brought the ghosts of smiles to his face, cracking his quietly worried mask. He was actually relaxing, his eyes getting heavy and his body more leaning against Adam than not when the moment had to be ruined. Adam saw someone, Pet didn’t know who, in the crowd, forcing him to blink and straighten, trying to make a good impression. The woman was a friend though, if Adams about meant anything. He didn’t have to worry too much, he tried to tell himself, before nodding along with his introduction. ”Peter.” He confirmed, then looked up. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.