Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Pet stuck his tongue out when Adam complained, growing bold as he showed off. In moments, and with only a little bit of effort, the floor was clean (well, cleaner, but neither of them was that picky) and Adam was looking at him with something soft and warm in his expression.
”Thank you.” The words were accompanied with a dramatic bow, and a soft laugh, Pet rising up and closing the few steps between him and Adam. ”It wasn’t rushing. And I... I just wanted to help you.” He smiled coyly, and looked to the side, feigning innocence. ”What’s the um... what’s the good stuff?”
