first chance.

[traptinacoffin]

[Adam's on the most breathtaking beach you've ever seen. White sand, cool breeze, crystal clear ocean. He gives a contented sigh and all but drowns in his mojito. It's about high time he had a chance to relax. He would be more than fine with spending the next 400 right here, kicking back under a coconut tree. But there's something missing

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[ It's been awhile since he's been anywhere near a beach, which makes this exceptionally pleasant. Well, it would be pleasant, if Peter wasn't far more engrossed in staring at the person sitting in the chair a little ways in front of him.

It's someone he hasn't seen in ages, someone he thought he'd never see again. And he's not entirely sure he ever wanted to see Adam again. Maybe he had at one point, but not anymore. He still wasn't entirely sure that he was over being betrayed by the other man, and he'd never stopped feeling guilty about nearly killing the entire human race. Taking a step back, he almost wanted to punch his subconscious in the face for torturing him. He wanted to make a run for it while he still had the chance, but he couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't stop staring. ]

[traptinacoffin]

[Adam's eyes seem to light when he sees Peter. It was who he'd been looking for after all. He gestures to the seat next to him, raising his eyebrows.] Where have you been?

[askedtobe]

[ Peter's stomach drops, and he feels like he's forgotten the entire english language -- he's still in some form of shock, stuck staring at Adam. But what gets to him the most is how happy Adam seems to be to see him. Out of everything, that's the one thing that he can cope with the least. ]

[traptinacoffin]

What's wrong? Have I got egg on my face? Come sit. [He's looking at Peter like he's nuts, his head jerking again to the empty chair.]

[askedtobe]

[ And Peter's looking at Adam like he's about to fall apart. Or like the world's going to end, maybe one of those two. Or, considering the way his life usually works, they might happen at the exact same time. He's still rooted to the spot, staring at the chair next to Adam, wondering why in the world Adam wants to sit there. ]

... What are you doing here? [ is what he comes up with, lamely. He doesn't have it in him to sound upset. Mostly just miserable. ]

[traptinacoffin]

Sitting. Drinking. Otherwise having a merry time. [Adam wants to reach out to Peter, he's never actually rejected an offer of closeness from Adam. Something must've really gotten to him.] Come here? [His forehead is wrinkled in apparent concern, setting down his drink, suddenly disinterested in his beautiful beach scene.]

[askedtobe]

[ Jaw clenched, forgetting how to breathe, his first reaction is to take a step back. That's what he wants to do, but whether or not he can manage it is another thing entirely. So instead he just stays exactly where he is, trying to ignore the fact that their surroundings feel so absurdly out of place that it's making it all that much more worse. ] I'm okay. [ But Peter's sure that's the biggest lie he's ever told in his entire life. ]

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[Adam's standing slowly, but he doesn't step. Not yet.] Tell me, Peter. Tell me what happened.

[askedtobe]

[ Why does he feel like he's been left out of some universal joke to make his life as hellacious as possible. That one question and he's left blank again, because how can Adam not see what's wrong with this. He would've thought that was obvious, but apparently it's not, and he just can't find the words. ]

[traptinacoffin]

Whatever it is, Peter, we can work it out. [Everything was banking on that 'always.']

[askedtobe]

What're we working out, Adam? [ It's the fact that he's so confused, that's finally forcing him to be able to talk. ] I haven't seen you in months.

[traptinacoffin]

Months.... Peter, I saw you yesterday, we went sailing. [He's flashing a smile, moving closer, just a few steps.] You said you would give me another chance, remember? That you would always give me another chance. [His smile fades, and Adam takes a deep breath, trying to push himself into another step.]

[askedtobe]

I went to work. [ As Adam begins to look equally as distraught as he does, if not more so, Peter's pretty sure the air is quickly becoming far too thick too breathe. Apart from wanting to know what in the hell Adam's talking about, Peter wants to know why he can't just be angry, why any other emotion has to get in the way. ] That's all I did yesterday.

[traptinacoffin]

Please, [His voice is ragged, pleading.] Come here.

[askedtobe]

[ Somehow a step forward is dragged out of him before his mind grinds to a screeching halt once more. ] Why, Adam-

[traptinacoffin]

[He reaches out for Peter's wrist, carefully studying the other man's face.] I thought we established this already. I care about you.