Peter's smiling a little more, even while he's staring out the crashing waves of the sea. And maybe if he was more prone to laughing, he would. After all the words that they've shared in this moment out of time, which amount to a handful in number but a universe full when it comes to emotion, those seemed like the very last few he was prone to hear any time soon. There are so many what-if's, and so many things he should expect, and so many ways he should still be angry, but if he let himself, he'd be consumed by it. He'd no longer be a person, and he'd no longer be Peter.

Eventually he looks back to Adam, his expression the warmest it's been since the other man seemingly summoned him here out of the unconscious. There are times when he dreams, that all he can't wake up soon enough. Abysmal dreams hurt far more than the reality he's left behind, and it's all he can do to suffer through another second. And while this dream might have started off that way, Peter's fairly certain he wouldn't mind falling out of time once again to spend a few more days in this one.

Peter comes up with the only words he has, voice tinged with forgiveness. "Neither do I."