The last thing Peter wants is promises that he knows neither of them are able to keep, to no fault of their own; he's already been on the receiving end of too much false hope and he's grown more than tired of it. But he'll take whatever he can get, grappling with himself to believe things Adam's working to make him hear.
But it isn't fair that Adam had expected him to stop crying only moments after he started himself and Peter abandons his favored task of touching every inch of skin available to him and cupping the other man's face in his hands, capturing tears against his palms. He's not sure he can do it for very long, maintain eye contact, his eyes nearly as wet as Adam's and instinct demands he try to hide his face. Adam's already been putting forth the effort, so he can try to do the same, even if it makes his chest ache, shaking from the brunt of immeasurable emotions.
"How can I get rid of you when the only thing that's real here is us." Pushing his lips up against Adam's, Peter doesn't care that this is a dream. He's done this before, lived in false realities, existed in places that should have never been. But that hardly takes away their meaning, and in a way, he's convinced they might mean even more. To try to wave them off as something less would be ridiculous, and he's only pulling Adam that much closer, trying to make up the falsehoods of their landscape with the reality of touch.
Pulling back but only far enough to speak, lips brushing ghostly kisses against Adam's, he lets his fingertips travel along the line of his jaw, spanning the distance nearly all the way down to his hip, trying to bring them flush together. Ignoring the sliding of tears down his face, entirely unaware of their his own or Adam's and beyond the point of caring, Peter once again fumbles for quiet words. "You're only here because of me-- I can't do this without you."
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But it isn't fair that Adam had expected him to stop crying only moments after he started himself and Peter abandons his favored task of touching every inch of skin available to him and cupping the other man's face in his hands, capturing tears against his palms. He's not sure he can do it for very long, maintain eye contact, his eyes nearly as wet as Adam's and instinct demands he try to hide his face. Adam's already been putting forth the effort, so he can try to do the same, even if it makes his chest ache, shaking from the brunt of immeasurable emotions.
"How can I get rid of you when the only thing that's real here is us." Pushing his lips up against Adam's, Peter doesn't care that this is a dream. He's done this before, lived in false realities, existed in places that should have never been. But that hardly takes away their meaning, and in a way, he's convinced they might mean even more. To try to wave them off as something less would be ridiculous, and he's only pulling Adam that much closer, trying to make up the falsehoods of their landscape with the reality of touch.
Pulling back but only far enough to speak, lips brushing ghostly kisses against Adam's, he lets his fingertips travel along the line of his jaw, spanning the distance nearly all the way down to his hip, trying to bring them flush together. Ignoring the sliding of tears down his face, entirely unaware of their his own or Adam's and beyond the point of caring, Peter once again fumbles for quiet words. "You're only here because of me-- I can't do this without you."