He can't help the shiver Peter's fingers draw through him, but the words are his undoing. Though he knows it to be futile, he still pushes his face in against Peter's to hide the tears, frame racking with silent sobs, he's desperately clinging to every bit of the other man he can reach. Adam can't remember the last time he cried in front of another person in the waking world, but here it's Peter who always gets the brunt of his tears. He knows just how unfair it is, but it doesn't stop them; the catharsis begun.

It doesn't stop him though from kissing back, even as his lungs burn from the effort. Only a very few times in his long life could Adam ever say he had truly been loved, but even that was nothing compared to now; to Peter. Peter is so much different from anyone he's ever met, which seems silly for a four hundred year old man to say. But he isn't disputing its silliness, only marking its truth with each brush of his mouth and touch of his fingers.

"I am only here because of you," he's repeating, voice hushed and strained from holding himself back, hand burying itself in Peter's hair as he speaks again into his ear. "And you won't have to."