The obsession that led to love.

A feel of freedom.

Adam crushed the little paper John gave him in his pocket.
Him, Peter and Mark went out this day to run some errands.
''We have a ton of screw divers !" Adam groaned, walking behind Mark.
Before they go, Peter had the list in his hands, reading it. It was true Jigsaw had a few of tools, still, he sent them to go buy new.
And some food too.
Peter knew Adam was there for the food over what John scribbled on the list.
''Do not question Jigsaw's orders, Adam.''
Mark answered him, watching the younger wave air with his hand.

It was hot in the streets, hotter than where they lived (for now), and it was the first time Peter had the occasion to really go outside to see where they landed.
It was a latin country, surely, but he couldn't really indentify which.
He never was good at geography anyway.
Peter watched around him, keeping an eye on the men, but appreciated the view.
Even more the view Mark was offering him, whipping his face with a tissue as he looked around to search for a shop.
He wondered if Mark ever went to this country, or if he was just at ease with every situations he was in.

Well, not every situations, for sure.
''There. Follow us Adam.''
The man said, taking Adam by the shirt.
The poor young man stopped to hide in the shadows to have some fresh air.
Mark took everything quickly, methodically, throwing everything in Adam's tote bag.
The cashier was nice, but a little flirting with Mark, so Peter approached to stand near Mark.
''Thank you.'' he said coldly before going out, followed by the two men.

''No need to be this jealous, Peter ! The cashier was around my age, and he was fun !"
Adam laughed, pushing a little on Strahm's back.
''I'm not jealous.''
Mark watched him with half lided eyes and a smirk.
''Yes you are, love.''
Peter's mind melt.
Love ? It was the first loving nickname Mark gave him.
He stopped, looking at Mark's back as he continued to take Adam by the wrists or the shirt for him to follow them.
''I guess i am then...'' he whispered to himself, walking fast to keep tracks with his companions.

Peter sighed, realising he gave away everything to Mark.
Capricious, Mark wanted a cold juice to refresh himself.
Peter bought him the cold juice.
Annoyed, Mark grumbled on Adam who was suffering the hot climate.
Peter bought Adam a range to calm Mark.
Hungry, Mark wanted a local street food.
Peter bought him an antojito, or whatever it was called.
No tantrums, a calm Mark Hoffman, that's all he wanted.

The market was desert so they went fast, walking as fast as possible.
Adam was still complaining, but everything went well, so they walked ''home'' early.
''I definitely hate going out with you.''
Adam groaned, crossing his arms on his chest.
''Except for you Peter.''
Again, he tapped Peter's back.
''That's because he bought you something to eat too.''
Mark answered, turning his face to look at the younger man.
Peter gasped.
''Did you just say i'm not naturally adorable ?"
He pointed, showing false sadness on his face.

Hoffman watched Adam, then Peter.
''No, you're not.''
Then he walked rapidly through the house, running up the stairs.
Adam laughed, following him.
It was strange being here, having a home, in a country he didn't know.
It was strange to think they had to hide too, of course.
But this day was like...

A feel of freedom.