PETER
Peter couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face when Loren approved of his idea. He had worried that it was too simple, too obvious, but having someone else’s support meant the world to him. ”He uh... he mentioned that, the Rae thing, when I met him.” He admitted, nodding. His expression twisted a little after that, a loose shrug coming off his shoulders. ”I think I might have... might have offended him? So I want to... I want this to be nice.” With the (quite literal) birds eye view added to his observations, the book on Peters lip filled up twice as quickly, extra little details scrawled in. It wasn’t overly organized, but it was thorough, and that was really all he needed, wasn’t it? Before he really expected it, Peter reached the back cover of the book, no more room for notes or observations. He supposed that meant he was done. He tried to call for Loren, waving at the circling goose to get its attention, since his mental voice seemed to not reach the other man.
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
