Peter was feeling just about every type of negative emotion all at once, like the flood gates opened up and he was drowning in his own feelings. Grief. Fear. Anger. Disgust. Guilt. Guilt. Guilt... and most of those feelings were aimed at himself. He wanted to disappear— wished the ground beneath him would open up and swallow him whole. Maybe then he would stop feeling everything. He wanted to run away, but found himself going home instead. Home wasn't a place, it was a person. Dorcas was his home. He looked at them and some of the pain started to fade, but not all of it. "Hey," he said, voice barely above a whisper... then his feet were moving towards them, arms wrapped around them as he buried his face in their hair. Maybe he couldn't disappear, but he could get lost in them if only for a little bit. @ofmeadowes
