For a brief moment, Adam could have sworn he caught Peter's gaze fall slightly differently on him. But that was quickly dismissed, seeing as they were both attempting to make up for lost time regarding a decent meal. He'd never found pasta so alluring before in his almost four hundred years, to be honest.
But the look Peter gave did push him to begin formulating his next move, as it were. It would take place tonight. Yes, the idea being considered could have been regarded as a bit cliche, but that was part of the fun. It was also subtle and innocent, so Peter wouldn't suspect a thing. For the moment, though, the immortal found he was genuinely enjoying himself. It wasn't just the food or wine but the company as well. Pun not intended.
When Peter nonchalantly revealed his last teacher had thrown him off buildings, a breath of amusement escaped just as Adam was about to take a sip from his glass. ❝ They wot? ❞ It was a serious matter, but the alcohol delayed his expression from conforming to that fact. ❝ Sorry, but wouldn't that expedite the detonation process? ❞ Not to mention, who could possibly harm this puppy of a man in the first place?
Then, an idea hit him. In case it was a telling look given earlier... Adam's face filled with concern, his deep blue eyes locked onto Peter's as he reached over to place his hand on top of his. Softly, he shook his head. ❝ I would never ever throw you off a building, or anything else—sorry, the wine isn't helping with words... ❞ The hint of a warm smile formed on his lips as he continued, ❝ Peter, what I'm trying to say is, I would never hurt you, alright? No matter how rubbish a student you are. We'll get this under control. I promise. ❞ That said, he gave his hand a comforting squeeze.
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But the look Peter gave did push him to begin formulating his next move, as it were. It would take place tonight. Yes, the idea being considered could have been regarded as a bit cliche, but that was part of the fun. It was also subtle and innocent, so Peter wouldn't suspect a thing. For the moment, though, the immortal found he was genuinely enjoying himself. It wasn't just the food or wine but the company as well.
Pun not intended.When Peter nonchalantly revealed his last teacher had thrown him off buildings, a breath of amusement escaped just as Adam was about to take a sip from his glass. ❝ They wot? ❞ It was a serious matter, but the alcohol delayed his expression from conforming to that fact. ❝ Sorry, but wouldn't that expedite the detonation process? ❞ Not to mention, who could possibly harm this puppy of a man in the first place?
Then, an idea hit him. In case it was a telling look given earlier... Adam's face filled with concern, his deep blue eyes locked onto Peter's as he reached over to place his hand on top of his. Softly, he shook his head. ❝ I would never ever throw you off a building, or anything else—sorry, the wine isn't helping with words... ❞ The hint of a warm smile formed on his lips as he continued, ❝ Peter, what I'm trying to say is, I would never hurt you, alright? No matter how rubbish a student you are. We'll get this under control. I promise. ❞ That said, he gave his hand a comforting squeeze.