Smiling crookedly to himself at the attention, turning completely languid under it, Adam's words alone would have wracked him to the core if they had been all there was. Instead he's melting, lower lip caught between his teeth as he tries to hold onto all the meaning packed into those few words for as long as he can. Tangling his fingers intp Adam's hair, Peter swallows thickly, "Couldn't ask for a better tour guide."