Over time, if Peter peeked into Adam's thoughts long enough, he might notice the subtle disconnect between the relatively youthful physical side and the jaded, guarded wisdom of the centuries and how often they clashed. Spontaneous flights of fancy — such as hoping Peter was different than most people and desiring to wake up to him — were allowed to exist, but only in silence behind a poker face. At least until he felt comfortable enough around someone to allow his walls to come down. It was safer that way.
But for now, with all he'd seen of the empath, Adam would humor his wishful thoughts and enjoy the moment, even if it might all turn to shit in time... As it seemed the coffee had, if Peter's reaction was anything to go by. A subtle smirk of amusement formed on his lips as he couldn't help thinking how adorable Peter could be.
Shaking his head, Adam gave a soft laugh. ❝ But, you just said—you know what, alright, you have me curious... ❞ Putting his hand over his, he lifted the cup to his mouth for a sip. There was a pause. His eyes twitched before narrowing as he forced a swallow. Any trace of a grin was gone now. ❝ ...In all my years, my regeneration has never been put to such a test. ❞
With restrained urgency, Adam took out the wine and gulped it to get the horrible taste out of his mouth before turning to Peter and offering the bottle. ❝ That simply won't do. I'm going to get you some decent coffee, love. Believe I saw a couple proper shops on the map, then we'll pick up a few things. I have enough money for us today, no worries. ❞ A grocery list began forming in his thoughts — tea, coffee, milk, sugar, whatever sort of styling product Peter needs for his hair...
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But for now, with all he'd seen of the empath, Adam would humor his wishful thoughts and enjoy the moment, even if it might all turn to shit in time... As it seemed the coffee had, if Peter's reaction was anything to go by. A subtle smirk of amusement formed on his lips as he couldn't help thinking how adorable Peter could be.
Shaking his head, Adam gave a soft laugh. ❝ But, you just said—you know what, alright, you have me curious... ❞ Putting his hand over his, he lifted the cup to his mouth for a sip. There was a pause. His eyes twitched before narrowing as he forced a swallow. Any trace of a grin was gone now. ❝ ...In all my years, my regeneration has never been put to such a test. ❞
With restrained urgency, Adam took out the wine and gulped it to get the horrible taste out of his mouth before turning to Peter and offering the bottle. ❝ That simply won't do. I'm going to get you some decent coffee, love. Believe I saw a couple proper shops on the map, then we'll pick up a few things. I have enough money for us today, no worries. ❞ A grocery list began forming in his thoughts — tea, coffee, milk, sugar, whatever sort of styling product Peter needs for his hair...