Even in the midst of one of the most harrowing stories he's ever heard, Adam still manages to make him smile with his stupid disco quips--
And then, all of a sudden, he's plunged into feeling like a fucking teenager again, getting flustered over the simplest brush of skin against skin, made worse by virtue of the whole bed-sharing situation. Peter's no stranger to crushes -- he's had one after the other ever since he turned twelve, from the moody poetic goth girl in his class when he was sixteen to the wise-cracking handsome EMT when he was in nurse school, and a dozen more beside. He's always had a thing for the cerebral types, the sensitive souls, and maybe it's no surprise he's forming a thing for Adam.
He thinks it might have started back in that cell. Adam had shown a capacity of self-reflection that was fascinating, the kind of wisdom that would usually only come with time and experience. Adam is gentle in every way he's shown Peter, and considerate, and--
And then he has to go and drop a bomb like research of biological weapons.
"They what?"
Goodbye, previous relaxation. Hello, whole-body tension. Peter's eyes are dark in the moonlit room, avid, fixed on Adam.
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And then, all of a sudden, he's plunged into feeling like a fucking teenager again, getting flustered over the simplest brush of skin against skin, made worse by virtue of the whole bed-sharing situation. Peter's no stranger to crushes -- he's had one after the other ever since he turned twelve, from the moody poetic goth girl in his class when he was sixteen to the wise-cracking handsome EMT when he was in nurse school, and a dozen more beside. He's always had a thing for the cerebral types, the sensitive souls, and maybe it's no surprise he's forming a thing for Adam.
He thinks it might have started back in that cell. Adam had shown a capacity of self-reflection that was fascinating, the kind of wisdom that would usually only come with time and experience. Adam is gentle in every way he's shown Peter, and considerate, and--
And then he has to go and drop a bomb like research of biological weapons.
"They what?"
Goodbye, previous relaxation. Hello, whole-body tension. Peter's eyes are dark in the moonlit room, avid, fixed on Adam.