Peter stops being able to consider anything at all when he finds Adam's warm lips pressed to his palm, his other hand tracking the beating of the Adams heart. Eyes glazing over, Peter's teeth sink harsly back into his lower lip, his one way left to try to keep any inch of himself contained. Adam's tearing apart his carefully pieced together wall and he can't find it in himself to put it back up, not when Adam's bearing everything and he has his foot already in the door.

Maybe if Peter could remember to breathe, he could speak. But Adam's racing heartbeat has become his own and he can't shake loose, can't free himself from something that's become such an integral part of him. He hears numerous hearts beating every day, so many that he thought he'd memorized the sound, could hear it without seeing the person outside. But this one belongs to him and it makes all the difference. Peter doesn't want to disconnect, he wants to own it, he wants be dragged closer so it's the only thing he has to hear. If he can save Adam, then he wants the other man to fix him, to find a way to help him absolve everyone who's ever done him wrong.

But he still can't find his words. He's run out, mind ground to a halt with Adam's honesty, and all that's left is for him to crumble completely, to let Adam sift through the dust to come up with his own. He doesn't know why now, of all times, he feels closest to crying. But maybe it's because he hasn't felt anyone in what's been far too long. Even this close he feels painfully far away, lost, and without knowing exactly what Adam's going to do, Peter doesn't know how to bear it. Broken apart, eyes wet he's wavering before he even realizes it, shaking from the effort it takes to keep himself from trying to get Adam to do something. "Adam... then don't make me do it alone."