Though he's expecting Peter, it's a different thing to see the other man. It always is. His gaze softens as he slows his step, trying not to appear as affected as he obviously is. So many times, he had felt alone in the world with Peter Petrelli and now that he truly is, it feels wrong somehow. This memory isn't his to share. He can feel guilt cloying up his throat, but it isn't his own wrongdoings he's answering for, though the Lord knows he has enough of them to go around.
Even Adam can't invent speech where there is none, and so he stops, not ten yards from Peter. A sudden wind blows past him, as if cautioning him to go no further and so he doesn't, hanging there, his face carefully cleared of anything that might give him away. Not that he knows his own motives even himself.
Peter's relief is something he can feel, almost as if it were his, and when he sees it over the man's darkened features he knows he can create a place for himself here. Peter will etch it out for him and even give it freely, because even now he doesn't want the threatening nothingness. It isn't as if Adam can blame him, loneliness and the destruction of it had been the impetus for a fair portion of his long life.
He offers something that isn't a smile, but speaks to his own relief. If they each can find a friend in nowhere then perhaps hope isn't an illusion. Or perhaps still, it's merely a kind one. To look around, the latter would seem unlikely, but Adam had learned to see his own silver lining, when it suited him.
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Even Adam can't invent speech where there is none, and so he stops, not ten yards from Peter. A sudden wind blows past him, as if cautioning him to go no further and so he doesn't, hanging there, his face carefully cleared of anything that might give him away. Not that he knows his own motives even himself.
Peter's relief is something he can feel, almost as if it were his, and when he sees it over the man's darkened features he knows he can create a place for himself here. Peter will etch it out for him and even give it freely, because even now he doesn't want the threatening nothingness. It isn't as if Adam can blame him, loneliness and the destruction of it had been the impetus for a fair portion of his long life.
He offers something that isn't a smile, but speaks to his own relief. If they each can find a friend in nowhere then perhaps hope isn't an illusion. Or perhaps still, it's merely a kind one. To look around, the latter would seem unlikely, but Adam had learned to see his own silver lining, when it suited him.