Peter would gladly hand the space over, if he had the chance to. He'd like to rid himself of it, the odd empty air of a silent city. He'd rather take the hustle and bustle any day of the week even though he feels just as alone in a city filled to the brim with others. But with other people, at least there was a constant buzz of something instead of an all encompassing quiet.

Letting his feet carry him through this thing that's far more of a memory than a dream, Peter has no destination in mind, though he's well aware he's heading toward the parts of this place he knows best. Searching for familiarity in a place where everything is, Peter can only hope this is over quick so he can return to the land of the waking.

Or maybe he doesn't want to. It takes a few moments, but it's the sound of footsteps he hears first, giving pause to his own movement. He slows almost to a complete halt before he starts up again, brow furrowed in curiosity more than alarm. It's his wonder that gets the best of him, his walking carrying more focus, determination set into every footstep.

Face lifted, it's under the glare of a streetlamp that he first sees Adam. Some weight he wasn't even aware was there is suddenly lifted, if only because of the fact that there's someone else here. He doesn't have to go it alone, and he's silent in his own appreciation of Adam's solid presence.