Rating out of Ten

There was no mistaking the gentle smile that spread across Peter's face at Amalia's words, the dusting of a blush over his cheeks. "Really?" He asked, though it wasn't really a question. Peter believed her. Why wouldn't he? Still, he could feel Adam's stiffness, his pointed lack of interest in their words, and just shuffled closer to him, content with just the feeling of being hip to hip, for now. The warm contentment was doomed to fizzle out though, snuffed y Adam's own hand, his insistence on adding tension to an already tense night. Blue eyes watched the handshake, followed Deimos' hand back to keep an eye on the imposing mans face. Like he'd be able to do anything against him. The better option might be to reach over and cover Adam's mouth though, his boyfriends tongue a shovel that he insisted on using, for whatever ends. It took him a moment to realize Adam was talking to him, Pet looking over with a start. "It's my... oh! Yes, I um... came here, I guess, uh, just after last year. Er, after this... this time last year." He nodded, it had been a strange, confusing time, made easier by the people he met. By Adam. "We've almost uh... almost known each other for a year then." It felt innocent enough to say, maybe enough to tug the conversation away from wherever it was heading. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.