If he had the words to give, he'd hand them all over without a second thought, but he's run out and trying to stumble through all the assorted things he wants to say just seems completely pointless. And even if he could piece something together, Adam's kiss would've stolen it away before it passed his lips. His face caught in Adam's hands, there's nowhere else he can look and it breaks him apart as much as it puts him back together, trying to use Adam's face to focus in on all that he is. With forced, harried breaths, Peter offers a twitch of a nod, his fingers curling in the hem of the other man's shirt. It takes far too long for him to dredge up the ability to speak, he knows it does, but he's distracted, clinging as much to Adam's promise as he is to his presence. "Okay."