Nice was an understatement, at least from Adam's perspective. Besides the obvious comfort of the moment, he wasn't having to pretend he enjoyed Peter's company or the way his body felt against his. Although acting came naturally, it could still prove exhausting after so long. Being able to actually relax in the moment was a breath of fresh air. Giving a soft breath of amusement, he nodded. ❝ Suppose we'll have to be unskilled in that department together. ❞
Another breath of fresh air was the sincerity in Peter's voice as he asked how he'd slept. Adam remembered the nightmare clearly, so he could guess what he might have mumbled in his sleep. Slowly, he nodded as he attempted not to get distracted by the way Peter's hair playing at his neck drew shivers down his spine. ❝ At first, yes. But it passed. ❞
Normally, that would be where the sharing ended. But sometimes, the truth worked in one's favor better than any lie ever could. ❝ It was of a memory that still haunts me to this day. Whenever they took me out of my cell, brought me to other rooms that held different machines, they assumed if at least one of the employees escorting me was a big, buff guy, I couldn't possibly get away from them. Well, they were wrong of course, but I knew not to reveal that card quite yet... ❞
After a slight pause for dramatic effect, Adam continued, ❝ One day, as they walked me down the hallway, I spotted a little blonde girl being escorted by a couple of employees followed by Bob. They were taking her into a room I had unfortunately visited before. This piqued my curiosity, so I stalled my guards long enough until I heard screaming. After knocking them out, I made my way to the room to find sparks flying while Bob simply sat there as his daughter pleaded for him to stop the experiment. After making quick work of the machine, I beat Bob to a pulp. ❞ A sigh left his lips. ❝ Who does that to their own daughter... ❞ Of countless regrets, one was not finishing off Bob for good, but Elle had been right there. No sense dumping trauma on top of trauma.
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Another breath of fresh air was the sincerity in Peter's voice as he asked how he'd slept. Adam remembered the nightmare clearly, so he could guess what he might have mumbled in his sleep. Slowly, he nodded as he attempted not to get distracted by the way Peter's hair playing at his neck drew shivers down his spine. ❝ At first, yes. But it passed. ❞
Normally, that would be where the sharing ended. But sometimes, the truth worked in one's favor better than any lie ever could. ❝ It was of a memory that still haunts me to this day. Whenever they took me out of my cell, brought me to other rooms that held different machines, they assumed if at least one of the employees escorting me was a big, buff guy, I couldn't possibly get away from them. Well, they were wrong of course, but I knew not to reveal that card quite yet... ❞
After a slight pause for dramatic effect, Adam continued, ❝ One day, as they walked me down the hallway, I spotted a little blonde girl being escorted by a couple of employees followed by Bob. They were taking her into a room I had unfortunately visited before. This piqued my curiosity, so I stalled my guards long enough until I heard screaming. After knocking them out, I made my way to the room to find sparks flying while Bob simply sat there as his daughter pleaded for him to stop the experiment. After making quick work of the machine, I beat Bob to a pulp. ❞ A sigh left his lips. ❝ Who does that to their own daughter... ❞ Of countless regrets, one was not finishing off Bob for good, but Elle had been right there. No sense dumping trauma on top of trauma.