Pressing his lips against whatever he can get to, Peter's mouth settles in against the line of Adam's jaw while he tries to convince himself he's capable of continuing to breathe. But he's not sure he is, his chest wound tight with sentiments he's trying to hold as close as Adam himself. Peter's barely holding himself together, squeezing his eyes shut to subdue the blurring of the rest of the world, waiting for it all to fall away and leave only them.

"Adam-" Peter's voice is shaky at best, not even as firm as the touches he's scattering at the other man's back. Lips catching just beneath Adam's ear, Peter forces himself to find his voice again, before he loses any other words that might be worth saying. "I love you," is all that he has left, but even saying it makes him shake, the sentiment driving him to try to find Adam's mouth with his own.

Trying to catch the tears at Adam's cheek with the pad of his thumb, Peter can only do his best to soften his touch, but it's edged with his still raging desperation for comfort. The other man's release of emotions is mixing with his own, until Peter's not sure if he's scrambling because of himself or because of Adam, trying to pull him in to fix them both. Dampening Adam's tears means ignoring his own, but he can barely care when all that matters is tangling himself in all that the other man is.