The obsession that led to love.

Paper planes.

Paper planes, or the day Peter saw love and devotion in Mark's eyes for the first time.
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They were sat in silence, all of them searching for a place to go.
They knew they couldn't stay there, wherever they were, for too long.
Their impressive runaway asked for them to move constantly.
John chose the first country where they hid, but Peter knew the final choice would be his this time.
After all, he was the strong link of the crew. He worked in special forces, army, he knew all of this.

Adam smiled, turning his laptop for us all to see.
''France ! Never visited France.''
Peter smiled quickly.
''too risky.''
He answered watching the younger frown.
''Plus ! We're not choosing our next vacations here, dear.''
Larry noted, rubbing Adam's arm.
Amanda sighed, tapping on her own laptop.
''Is Europe a no ?" She asked, interested.
Peter shrugged his shoulders.
''Not safe enough, for now.''
She grumbled, scratching her forehead.
Mark wasn't on a laptop, Lost in his thoughts, eyes on Peter.

Peter shared a look, questioning the other.
When he had no answer, he simply turned his face to Larry.
''Vietnam ?"
John pointed his finger at him, drinking his tea.
''I had this one on my list. Pretty secure, not many, if not at all, informations are told to Vietnamese forces.''
Peter nodded, his lips pinched.
Adam groaned, throwing his hands on his face.
''Nooo ! It's too hot, too humid there ! Do they even have culinary specialities in Vietnam ?!"
Amanda made a strange face, looking at the young man.
''what ? I wanna know if i'm gonna eat well at least.''

Strahm laughed in a sigh.
''I'm sure they have, Adam, don't worry.''
He scribbled on his little text book.
''We'll need to disguise.''
John pointed, his tea finally finished.
''oooh, fun ! Okay i'm in !"
Adam screamed, tapping on Larry's shoulder happily.
Peter smiled in a little cough, then turned to Mark.
But he disappeared quickly.
He didn't know what was up with him this day but Mark was acting strange.
He kept his eyes on Strahm, played with his own shirt, bit his lips.
Peter sighed, asking himself if all of this was the start of a crisis, whatever Peter could have done, Mark seemed to have noted and waited patiently for them to be alone.
Well, that's what he thought.
Maybe it wasn't.
Yeah, Peter liked to think he was safe.

Mark appeared again, next to him, giving him a glass of water and his pills.
''Here.'' he whispered, making sure the glass was in front of Peter.
Peter took a treatment for the infection of his wound, to kill whatever bacteria who made his way through it.
He was quite impressed by Mark, he checked his watch, Mark was on time for his daily pills.
''Thanks, babe.''
Peter instantly regretted his words as he saw Adam's eyes widen.
Adam was really the only one to listen him and Mark's conversations.
He waited for Mark's crisis again, but nothing came. Mark only turned to Adam to frighten him (it worked, Adam switched up places), and stuck his eyes on Peter again.

Peter took his pills and drank his water slowly, asking himself about Mark's behavior.
''What's going on ?"
Peter asked the man beside him as Mark moved his hand to cup his own face.
Peter really saw his eyes now, he felt something tickle his stomach.
Mark's eyes shined with love.
The tall man bent his back at him.
''You're beautiful...''
He whispered.
''But if you keep looking at me with those eyes, i couldn't hold myself in front of the others...''
Mark bit his lip, his eyes scanning Peter's face, throat, body.
''Tell me what you want.''
Peter whispered again, his fingers dancing with the empty glass.

It was Mark's turn to murmur, a hand on Peter's hid knee.
''You.''
A smile appeared on Strahm's face.
''Your love...''
Mark voice cracked a little as he said the last words.
Slowly, he stood and went next to John.