Rating out of Ten

Peter blinks up at Amalia silently, more surprised than anything else by her casual friendliness, as if they were more than barely acquainted. Then, as the words actually sink in, he gets to be surprised all over again, his head twisting to look at Adam. ”You...” then he shakes his head, turns back to Amalia, “...he... talks about me?” As for the second bit, about messes, Peter opens his mouth to protest, and is interrupted by the hand in his hair. It would be harder to argue with Adams rebuttal, but he goes to open his mouth again and offer a compromise. They come from a messy place. It’s only natural they’re drawn together. An absolute mountain of a man comes over behind Amalia though, one who Adam seems to recognize, so Pet keeps quiet and instead looks up at the new stranger curiously. Adams words slowly drew Pets gaze, the words echoing a moment in his head before he glanced at Amalia and Deimos both, waiting for this to turn into a mess. Maybe Amalia had been right, though it wasn’t necessarily something Pet could complain about. Usually. A mess in auch right quarters, and for such an extended period, might be bad in this case. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.