Peter needs another few moments to work himself up to a state in which he feels like talking. Granted, that state is hard to come by on any given day, but during a moment like this? It takes at least a few extra long moments. And while he still feels wretched, eventually he lifts his face, watching the tide rolling in.
In a way, Peter's at crossroads, rather like he was with Sylar. He'd forgiven the man, as much as anyone could forgive someone for killing a person they loved, if only so he could move on. And after that, well, things just stopped making nearly as much sense. If he could forgive Sylar, he could forgive anyone. That didn't mean that it stopped hurting, or that he enjoyed it, or that he was alright with what had happened. But it was that, or give up completely. Peter had to learn a method of survival, even if it didn't rid himself of the pain, but he had to keep going.
Dragging his gaze sideways to Adam, he's still disappointed. Still upset, still hurt, still a thousand other things. But he's still not going anywhere, and Adam is still a person, a man -- still allowed to feel pain, just like him. "You gave it a try. Even if your intentions--" Were terrible and manipulative and asking for every problem imaginable. But Peter shrugs to mask the fact that he's bowled over by too many feelings to count. He's confused; there isn't a day that goes by that he isn't lonely, angry, lost. But he's trying, because for some reason he always can. "Look, it's more than I would have expected to begin with. And I don't even... hug people anymore, I should appreciate what I can get."
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In a way, Peter's at crossroads, rather like he was with Sylar. He'd forgiven the man, as much as anyone could forgive someone for killing a person they loved, if only so he could move on. And after that, well, things just stopped making nearly as much sense. If he could forgive Sylar, he could forgive anyone. That didn't mean that it stopped hurting, or that he enjoyed it, or that he was alright with what had happened. But it was that, or give up completely. Peter had to learn a method of survival, even if it didn't rid himself of the pain, but he had to keep going.
Dragging his gaze sideways to Adam, he's still disappointed. Still upset, still hurt, still a thousand other things. But he's still not going anywhere, and Adam is still a person, a man -- still allowed to feel pain, just like him. "You gave it a try. Even if your intentions--" Were terrible and manipulative and asking for every problem imaginable. But Peter shrugs to mask the fact that he's bowled over by too many feelings to count. He's confused; there isn't a day that goes by that he isn't lonely, angry, lost. But he's trying, because for some reason he always can. "Look, it's more than I would have expected to begin with. And I don't even... hug people anymore, I should appreciate what I can get."