Fingers digging helplessly into the sand, Peter stays rigidly frozen as Adam moves in, every muscle tensing. Usually in a moment like this, he'd close his eyes and wait for the conclusion or he'd be the one moving in himself. But he can't, he refuses, he's too busy watching Adam move in close enough that he's going out of focus. Or maybe that's just his watery vision, glazed and unsettled from the collective effect of Adam. He's almost struck by the urge to move back just so he can have more time to absorb all the words written across Adam's face. Peter so rarely has the opportunity to see people being truly honest with him, he wants to take it and run with it, store it away for future reference to remember the time he really got to see someone's true colors.
But then it all comes to a sharp halt, his throat tightening, chest aching, everything already hurting so much he doesn't know how he's not falling apart in Adam's hands. He wants to span the distance all on his own, and yet he wants to know what else Adam has to say. This has to be finished before anything else can happen, and Adam can still steal his breath from this far away.
Releasing a quaking exhale, he has no idea what advice he's supposed to be offering, not when it comes to himself. But he's willing to try, to keep giving this his all even when all of him has already been used up. "Give it time, Adam." He'd rub his eyes if he could, but that's just one more way to pull back emotionally and Peter's doing everything he can not to, no matter how tempting. He feels soggy even though he hasn't yet begun to cry, feeling like he's drowning under both his and Adam's emotions. Peter doesn't need an empathetic ability to be able to feel what everyone else is, and there's only so much he can take. Still shaking, he has to struggle to find every word. "It's not going to fix itself just because you want it to, you already know that. But if you... If you just wait it out for a little while. You can still go back."
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But then it all comes to a sharp halt, his throat tightening, chest aching, everything already hurting so much he doesn't know how he's not falling apart in Adam's hands. He wants to span the distance all on his own, and yet he wants to know what else Adam has to say. This has to be finished before anything else can happen, and Adam can still steal his breath from this far away.
Releasing a quaking exhale, he has no idea what advice he's supposed to be offering, not when it comes to himself. But he's willing to try, to keep giving this his all even when all of him has already been used up. "Give it time, Adam." He'd rub his eyes if he could, but that's just one more way to pull back emotionally and Peter's doing everything he can not to, no matter how tempting. He feels soggy even though he hasn't yet begun to cry, feeling like he's drowning under both his and Adam's emotions. Peter doesn't need an empathetic ability to be able to feel what everyone else is, and there's only so much he can take. Still shaking, he has to struggle to find every word. "It's not going to fix itself just because you want it to, you already know that. But if you... If you just wait it out for a little while. You can still go back."