Peter was thankful in more ways than one for Adam's lips pressed against his own. He wasn't sure he could find any more words after that admission, and he didn't want to try.

Brushing his fingers across Adam's cheek while he sinks into the kiss, all he can do is use this to impress upon the own truth to his words, to try to make them as real as he possibly could in a place where nothing was. And it only made it worse that he could feel himself starting to slip. Fingers digging into Adam's waist, the sharpest they've been yet, Peter pulls back far enough to repeat himself, "I forgive you." And then he's stealing one last forceful kiss, knowing if he doesn't do it know he'll regret it when he wakes.