When Peter gives in and lifts his gaze, it's skeptical at best. He doesn't know whether or not to believe Adam's words, or his tone; the other man's too quick to drop his earlier fears for it to be natural. Peter's left wondering how he's supposed to react if he doesn't even know what he's done wrong. Where he's supposed to go next when he didn't even know where to start.
If he was a different man, he'd tell Adam that if he found it so interesting, he could be the one to stay here for years on end with nothing but his thoughts and his biggest mistake to keep him company. This place isn't interesting, it's a nightmare waiting to happen. But all of that would belie the fact that this time, Adam is here. Not only does that make it different, but if he lets himself admit it, he's someone that Peter had actually wanted to see. In this place, he waits on edge for Sylar to appear, a nightmare in his own right, bringing with him all the guilt that Peter could possess wrapped into one person, one memory; all his faults personified. He can't look at Sylar without seeing his brother, but he can look at Adam and find comfort.
That doesn't mean he doesn't feel bad that he's brought Adam to this place. If he could have him somewhere else, he'd do it in a heartbeat. But the depths of his mind are never kind and at least this place isn't five years into a crumbling New York, a place he never wants anyone to see. He looks guilty enough as it is, any harshness that might have existed in his tone is gone with a single sigh, all his apologies spread across his features as he looks up at Adam.
"Interesting's not the word i'd use." He finds himself taking another step closer, practically nosing into Adam's chest, looking for protection he's not even sure he's allowed to try to find right now when Adam so obviously blames him for this places existence. "I'd take almost anywhere over this place, but i'm just- I'm glad to see you, Adam," Peter admits, trying to sound casual but ending up cracking along the seams. For some reason, in this city where hiding would be so easy, he finds himself feeling over exposed and wide open, his subconscious laid bare for Adam to walk through. He needs himself to find more words, to do something to fill up the silence when he so badly wants to pull Adam closer. "I was going to my apartment to try to wait this out."
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If he was a different man, he'd tell Adam that if he found it so interesting, he could be the one to stay here for years on end with nothing but his thoughts and his biggest mistake to keep him company. This place isn't interesting, it's a nightmare waiting to happen. But all of that would belie the fact that this time, Adam is here. Not only does that make it different, but if he lets himself admit it, he's someone that Peter had actually wanted to see. In this place, he waits on edge for Sylar to appear, a nightmare in his own right, bringing with him all the guilt that Peter could possess wrapped into one person, one memory; all his faults personified. He can't look at Sylar without seeing his brother, but he can look at Adam and find comfort.
That doesn't mean he doesn't feel bad that he's brought Adam to this place. If he could have him somewhere else, he'd do it in a heartbeat. But the depths of his mind are never kind and at least this place isn't five years into a crumbling New York, a place he never wants anyone to see. He looks guilty enough as it is, any harshness that might have existed in his tone is gone with a single sigh, all his apologies spread across his features as he looks up at Adam.
"Interesting's not the word i'd use." He finds himself taking another step closer, practically nosing into Adam's chest, looking for protection he's not even sure he's allowed to try to find right now when Adam so obviously blames him for this places existence. "I'd take almost anywhere over this place, but i'm just- I'm glad to see you, Adam," Peter admits, trying to sound casual but ending up cracking along the seams. For some reason, in this city where hiding would be so easy, he finds himself feeling over exposed and wide open, his subconscious laid bare for Adam to walk through. He needs himself to find more words, to do something to fill up the silence when he so badly wants to pull Adam closer. "I was going to my apartment to try to wait this out."