One Word: Lavatory
Nov. 15th, 2009 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic"Peter?" Adam stood on the other side of the door, his arms crossed over his chest. Peter was inside with his hands resting on the sink. His face was pale and sweating, his eyes shut tightly as he trembled. When he didn't answer Adam knocked lightly. "Peter?" he tried again worriedly.
"I'm fine," Peter breathed out. "Just give me a minute."
"Peter, you've been in there for over an hour," Adam reminded him wryly. "Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
"Yes," Peter hissed out. He opened his eyes again and ran shaky fingers through his damp hair. His eyes focused on his image in the mirror and watched as it slowly faded. He stood there invisibly for a few minutes then turned visible again. At least one of his powers was still working the way he wanted.
"Peter, you know you can talk to me about anything," Adam reminded him. Adam rested his hand on the door and on the other side, Peter turned to do the same. If they weren't on opposite sides of the door their hands would be touching.
This reminded him of when they were trapped together in Hartsdale. If it weren't for Adam Peter would've felt completely alone. That smooth English accent comforted him. Now Peter found himself leaning heavily against the door needing that voice to comfort him again.
"Peter?" Adam's voice stirred him. Peter could feel concern and worry that wasn't his own.
"I know you're worried," Peter said heavily. "I can feel it."
"Is that why you're in there?" Adam asked him with a sigh. "It's your ability again, isn't it?" Peter said nothing, which was enough of an answer for the immortal. Peter closed his eyes and could feel Adam's emotion fading, like he was moving away.
"Wait!" Peter gasped out. "Don't leave!" He wrenched the door open and latched onto the immortal shakily. Adam frowned at him, touching the empath's cheek worriedly. Peter nuzzled against the man's touch with a sigh. Adam's presence was already making him feel better. Somehow Adam always made him feel better, just by being there.
"I'm not going anywhere," Adam murmured, kissing the boy's forehead. "Though... is it all right if we get out of the lavatory first?" Peter let out a soft laugh and pressed his face into Adam's neck.
"Not yet," he answered. "I need a shower, and I need you to stay with me."
"Well..." Adam smiled at him. "If you insist."
"I'm fine," Peter breathed out. "Just give me a minute."
"Peter, you've been in there for over an hour," Adam reminded him wryly. "Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
"Yes," Peter hissed out. He opened his eyes again and ran shaky fingers through his damp hair. His eyes focused on his image in the mirror and watched as it slowly faded. He stood there invisibly for a few minutes then turned visible again. At least one of his powers was still working the way he wanted.
"Peter, you know you can talk to me about anything," Adam reminded him. Adam rested his hand on the door and on the other side, Peter turned to do the same. If they weren't on opposite sides of the door their hands would be touching.
This reminded him of when they were trapped together in Hartsdale. If it weren't for Adam Peter would've felt completely alone. That smooth English accent comforted him. Now Peter found himself leaning heavily against the door needing that voice to comfort him again.
"Peter?" Adam's voice stirred him. Peter could feel concern and worry that wasn't his own.
"I know you're worried," Peter said heavily. "I can feel it."
"Is that why you're in there?" Adam asked him with a sigh. "It's your ability again, isn't it?" Peter said nothing, which was enough of an answer for the immortal. Peter closed his eyes and could feel Adam's emotion fading, like he was moving away.
"Wait!" Peter gasped out. "Don't leave!" He wrenched the door open and latched onto the immortal shakily. Adam frowned at him, touching the empath's cheek worriedly. Peter nuzzled against the man's touch with a sigh. Adam's presence was already making him feel better. Somehow Adam always made him feel better, just by being there.
"I'm not going anywhere," Adam murmured, kissing the boy's forehead. "Though... is it all right if we get out of the lavatory first?" Peter let out a soft laugh and pressed his face into Adam's neck.
"Not yet," he answered. "I need a shower, and I need you to stay with me."
"Well..." Adam smiled at him. "If you insist."