and we’ll love again
and we’ll laugh again
A look of intense concentration overtakes Pet’s face; his brows furrowed, his lips pursed, and the barest tip of his tongue sticking out from the thin line of his mouth. ”It was... quiet. And you were there, but... not close enough. And... I think it was bright, but... it wasn’t, either.” It was a wriggling fish of a memory, slipping and writhing out of his hands more desperately the more he tried to hold it down.
Pet knows better than to say out loud that being told to hurt people he doesn’t want to is not anything outside of his realm of experience. ”Do you... we might have to anyway. Or, might... would... have to?” Brows knit together as Pet tries to wrestle meaning out of a slow tongue and fumbled words, shaking his head a bit before he corrects himself. ”Safrin, or... anyone else could ask the same thing.” It’s more than likely not the reassurance Adam wanted, one of Pets hands rising to his shoulder, fingers brushing against the very edges of scars. ”I’ll do anything we have to. That you don’t want to.”
”No! No, I... I just wanted to be sure.” Theres something behind the worry, something Pet isn’t sure how to voice, sharing these concerns still so new to him. ”Just... just maybe, if you were... bored?” With me. ”You might want... something different this time.” Wide blue eyes drop, suddenly engrossed in the plunging depth of Adam’s collar instead of his face. Maybe the attempted distraction will make bad news easier to bear. If it comes.
Pet knows better than to say out loud that being told to hurt people he doesn’t want to is not anything outside of his realm of experience. ”Do you... we might have to anyway. Or, might... would... have to?” Brows knit together as Pet tries to wrestle meaning out of a slow tongue and fumbled words, shaking his head a bit before he corrects himself. ”Safrin, or... anyone else could ask the same thing.” It’s more than likely not the reassurance Adam wanted, one of Pets hands rising to his shoulder, fingers brushing against the very edges of scars. ”I’ll do anything we have to. That you don’t want to.”
”No! No, I... I just wanted to be sure.” Theres something behind the worry, something Pet isn’t sure how to voice, sharing these concerns still so new to him. ”Just... just maybe, if you were... bored?” With me. ”You might want... something different this time.” Wide blue eyes drop, suddenly engrossed in the plunging depth of Adam’s collar instead of his face. Maybe the attempted distraction will make bad news easier to bear. If it comes.
and it’s better off this way, so much better off this way
Peter
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