And Adam hears the echo himself, even seconds later as he tries to catch his breath against Peter's cheek. Though his tears are dry, his skin still feels tight in reminder, not that he could forget. Not with Peter the way he is, giving everything of himself and begging for the rest to be taken. It isn't fair, that Peter expects so much from him while Adam's crumbling just as much, but he still doesn't want it any other way.

Unbidden, a groan is pulled from his chest, only encouraging Peter's squirming as he grinds back against him. Suddenly he needs more, and those hot hands trailing over his back feels like all the more he could ever need. Hoping to feel them, he releases Peter's wrists, pressing in as close as he can to choke out one word. "Anything."

Anything for Peter; he would do anything. He can only try to make this moment enough for now, scrabbling to get in between Peter's legs, nudging his thighs apart with an uneven breath of the overwhelmed. He's scattering kisses against the side of Peter's face, newly-freed fingers tracking gently down his sides. He needs to show Peter that everything isn't lost; isn't broken, or at least make him believe it, if only for a second.