As it had been so long since Adam was first locked up, the exact memories of how he felt during those first few months had faded with the passage of time. Especially since he made no effort to remember them. Otherwise, he might have taken it into consideration regarding Peter. Humans, evolved or not, weren't meant to handle solitary confinement. It had been a harsh lesson to learn the hard way. And so, while he was attention-starved as well, he knew how to remain focused in order to manage the feeling. It was so very exhausting, though.
At Peter's offer to share the bed, Adam tilted his head thoughtfully as though he hadn't expected the compromise. ❝ Hm, you do make excellent points. ❞ And honestly, he would love to finally sleep on a real bed after all this time. Following Peter's lead, he began helping, sorting the leftovers and stacking them in the fridge. ❝ Alright, we shall share... ❞ A playful expression washed over his face as he continued, ❝ But, I can't promise anything. I mean, I don't snore or sleepwalk, but I've been told I sometimes talk and occasionally steal covers in my sleep. So, if you wake up to a draft, feel free to take back what is rightfully yours. ❞
Once the food was secure, Adam began making his way to the hall, flicking off the lights as he went if Peter was following him. The moonlight gleamed strong enough through the windows to where he didn't bother turning on the bedroom light as he slipped off the ridiculous bellbottoms and threw them aside. He'd almost forgotten he was wearing them. ❝ Certainly hope those don't go missing or get set ablaze or some such, ❞ he said while giving Peter a faux look of suspicion.
Lastly, he pulled off the tank top, leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he slid underneath the covers to get comfortable. The luxurious Egyptian cotton welcomed him, drawing a low hum of approval that held a hint of salaciousness from his throat. It had been so long since Adam felt such expensive fabric against his skin and such softness underneath him. Oh, how he'd missed it. Glancing over, his attention returned to Peter, and he playfully patted the space beside him. ❝ You're in for quite a treat — past me spent entirely too much money on this setup. ❞
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At Peter's offer to share the bed, Adam tilted his head thoughtfully as though he hadn't expected the compromise. ❝ Hm, you do make excellent points. ❞ And honestly, he would love to finally sleep on a real bed after all this time. Following Peter's lead, he began helping, sorting the leftovers and stacking them in the fridge. ❝ Alright, we shall share... ❞ A playful expression washed over his face as he continued, ❝ But, I can't promise anything. I mean, I don't snore or sleepwalk, but I've been told I sometimes talk and occasionally steal covers in my sleep. So, if you wake up to a draft, feel free to take back what is rightfully yours. ❞
Once the food was secure, Adam began making his way to the hall, flicking off the lights as he went if Peter was following him. The moonlight gleamed strong enough through the windows to where he didn't bother turning on the bedroom light as he slipped off the ridiculous bellbottoms and threw them aside. He'd almost forgotten he was wearing them. ❝ Certainly hope those don't go missing or get set ablaze or some such, ❞ he said while giving Peter a faux look of suspicion.
Lastly, he pulled off the tank top, leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he slid underneath the covers to get comfortable. The luxurious Egyptian cotton welcomed him, drawing a low hum of approval that held a hint of salaciousness from his throat. It had been so long since Adam felt such expensive fabric against his skin and such softness underneath him. Oh, how he'd missed it. Glancing over, his attention returned to Peter, and he playfully patted the space beside him. ❝ You're in for quite a treat — past me spent entirely too much money on this setup. ❞