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After the events of explaining, but not explaining, Everett painted, soon enough he realized that wasn't enough, so he started to throw knives angrily at the wall, after finding him with cut up hands, and a bloody shirt, Peter refused to allow Everett to be alone, which was understandable since Everett was currently in a state of emotional turmoil.
And if it was one thing Everett did not know, it was how to handle emotions in the correct, responsible way.
So here they sat, in Peter room, Everett in a corner hands in head, drunk off of his own thoughts, with Peter watching carefully, knowing that he was soon to be shattered.
Well, soon to show how shattered he truly was.
Getting sick of the silence between them, Everett wished to hear that soft voice, the one that calmed his despite the situation, so he pulled his legs into his body, making himself look smaller, as if hiding from Peters hot gaze.
Nodding he spoke, his voice rough from no use, "Go ahead"
Peter sighed, running his hands through his hair, "I'm not going to just force you t-"
"Peter"
With that one word, a word filled with softness, filled with unspoken words, Peters mind stopped, his heart beat in a slightly higher speed, and his anxiety seemed to fad, and a welcomed nervousness developed.
"You're not forcing me, I want to tell you"
And Everett spoke nothing but the truth, he did want to tell Peter, he wanted to share all the little and big things, wanted to show Peter how much he did trust him, wanted to show, show Peter every side of him, even if Peter was going to judge, leave him, he found himself not caring, because even if Peter did, he knew that he still took a leap, and that he would forgive Peter, no matter his reaction.
With careful words, Peter spoke, "You said 'he was right' whose he?"
