When Peter's breath trickles into his ear, he shudders, wishing he could pull the words out of the other man. His words might be the only thing Adam gets to keep when all is said and done, light ebbing in through his window. Leaning back just enough, he's kissing away Peter's tears, despite the steady stream of his own. Shaking hands grip Peter's face, needing more than anything to take his fear; take his pain, and make it his own. "I'll come back, Peter," it's hushed and fractured, but the truth of it carries. His mouth collides with Peter's again, his last chance to plead his case. If they're operating on borrowed time, he can't waste a red second. "I promise."