Slipping his hand back inside his pocket, he keeps his own smile to himself, though it's just on the edge of his features. Chancing a glance towards Adam as he turns at a corner, it's true that Peter doesn't entirely believe that the other would choose to come given the opportunity. Not because it's Adam, but because nobody should have to choose something like this. This place shouldn't even exist as an option, and Peter wished he could keep it tucked carefully away; out of sight, out of mind.
But that doesn't change the fact that he can still find far too much truth in Adam's words and just like his own honesty, he can't ignore it. "You could've done it. Waited, I mean," Peter's tone is equally light, though easily resolute. Peter wants to say that it's not as if he hasn't gone without Peter before, why should this be any different. But it's exactly that. Everything is different, Peter can't even try to pretend.
Trying to make this easy is an impossibility, but at least Peter can force himself to see it for what it is through the dark, the mist settling in his throat. An opportunity; it's a chance, one he's not willing to give up no matter the circumstance. "Now you're here, might as well make the most of it," Peter finally offers up a hesitant smile towards Adam. He can't belittle their surroundings, there's no way to. But he can provide his apologies in other ways, in the simple fact that he can find hope in the other man's presence.
The ease that rolls off Peter when he spots his building in the distance is tangible and Peter only picks up his pace. He's tired of walking and he wants to return to the safety of the place he still manages to call home. "Good thing you didn't see the place when I didn't have a couch." Peter shakes his head, making obvious fun of himself and his former, but recent lifestyle. He's aware the self-deprecation lies just beneath, but there's nothing to be done about it and Peter can only admit to his faults before letting them disappear into the night.
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But that doesn't change the fact that he can still find far too much truth in Adam's words and just like his own honesty, he can't ignore it. "You could've done it. Waited, I mean," Peter's tone is equally light, though easily resolute. Peter wants to say that it's not as if he hasn't gone without Peter before, why should this be any different. But it's exactly that. Everything is different, Peter can't even try to pretend.
Trying to make this easy is an impossibility, but at least Peter can force himself to see it for what it is through the dark, the mist settling in his throat. An opportunity; it's a chance, one he's not willing to give up no matter the circumstance. "Now you're here, might as well make the most of it," Peter finally offers up a hesitant smile towards Adam. He can't belittle their surroundings, there's no way to. But he can provide his apologies in other ways, in the simple fact that he can find hope in the other man's presence.
The ease that rolls off Peter when he spots his building in the distance is tangible and Peter only picks up his pace. He's tired of walking and he wants to return to the safety of the place he still manages to call home. "Good thing you didn't see the place when I didn't have a couch." Peter shakes his head, making obvious fun of himself and his former, but recent lifestyle. He's aware the self-deprecation lies just beneath, but there's nothing to be done about it and Peter can only admit to his faults before letting them disappear into the night.