Letting the possibilities flit around in his mind, Peter hums in thought, musing silently to himself before even considering to speak up again. Face nuzzling in towards Adam's, he still has a faint smile etched into his features. "I'll see what I can do."

Peter would give near anything to pass along the message to his subconscious, to get him out of this city for a little while. The possibility feels irritatingly out of reach and yet so cose, a reprieve from the city that's slowly trying to eat him alive. Sliding his leg up against Adam's, Peter lets his fingers travel, playing at the hair at the nap of Adam's neck. "Unless you think you can get us out of the country first. Believe me, the last city I want to be stuck in is New York. And I haven't been enough places."