[ The trip, short as it is, leaves him momentarily sluggish and it's terrible to be grateful to be plunked down on the toilet. He does his best to look unaffected, a ground-in way of acting that he makes no effort to shake at this time and place. Sometimes it's nice to be taken care of, isn't it? This has several added bonuses of not being done by family, who would all judge and reprimand and be disappointed at him, to say nothing of the novelty factor. By the time Chris looks up from his phone, Peter is gingerly shucking his shirt, and has the temerity to wink at Chris when his head emerges from the pull of cloth. ]

Don't worry, Chris. I'll behave. For you.

[ Not... actually what Chris asked, though it was perhaps an unspoken concern. ]

And yeah, something to eat, if not for tonight, the morning. Hate to put you out of corn.

[ Who could deny the classic breakfast of leftover pizza. He still gives off the air of huge amusement as he bends down to unlace his boots, despite the stabbing pain that occasions. It's healing. He can work through it. And more to the point, Chris is unlikely to help him with this part. Perhaps at this point Chris is already on his way out, but even if not, he can catch a ghostly soft thanks from Peter's bowed form. Ordinarily an occasion to stop the presses. Since there are no witnesses, however, it will just have to languish as an unbelievable anecdote. ]