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[bomba_del_sesso]

WHO: Peter and Adam.
WHAT: *weep*
WHERE: Adam's house/the disco.
WHEN: Evening. Day 135.

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[oh_immortal]

It was quite possibly the longest day of Adam's life. And having experienced a few centuries stretch of time, this wasn't something Adam was at all accustomed to.

A day.

Checking on Peter. Checking the clock. Rain. Why was it raining? He couldn't remember it raining here. Checking on Peter. Finally deciding that he should give him a haircut - get rid of all the burnt hair since Peter would be wanting a haircut when he woke up.

If he woke up.

WhenAnd a silent indignance at the very essence of mortality itself, there was no way in hell Adam was going to let him go. Not to Death. Not to Circumstance

[bomba_del_sesso]

Before he could take another step, there were strong arms around him. Peter shivered, realizing how cold he was without proper clothing, and his hearing coming back - the rain pit pattering on the roof. Peter tried to turn around in whoever was holding him, flailing slightly, stumbling backwards again.

And he almost dropped to the floor.

"You - " Peter snarled, breathing heavier as he steadily became filled with rage. "What'd you do to me - what did you do!?"

[oh_immortal]

"What did I do to you?" Adam repeated.

Not exactly taking it as Adam had hoped. Namely, remembering what exactly happened. Which would have left far less suspicion.

"There was an explosion at the clinic. The Joker's doing. You wanted me to meet you there at sundown. I did, saw something I took as a warning and rightfully so - I pulled you out before it exploded. We.. were both rather injured so I brought you back here and for the past day, you remained unconscious. But it looks as if your wounds are healed now. And apologies about the haircut - I wouldn't have done that but I figured you would do without the singed bits."

[bomba_del_sesso]

The long explanation, the story crashing in on him from all around made him dizzy. It was like pieces from a puzzle fitting together, but the picture didn't make sense. Things there, things where it shouldn't, and Peter should know what it is, but he doesn't. The Joker? The Clinic -

"It's gone," he whispered, running his hand through his short hair once more. Habits died hard.

Peter swallowed, looking up at Adam who took the time to take care of him, help him, save his fucking life despite how horribly he treated him. Why? Why the feelings, why bother, why try to win him back with this bullshitt when he murdered Hiro - his friend. When he wanted to murder countless others, and yet Adam still loved Peter and Peter -

Habits died hard.

"I I need to lie down," he murmured, stepping away, falling toward the bed, and crawling onto it as if he were drunk.