[He dwells on Peter as a whole as soon he's clear of him. The age, the strangely elusive manner in which he has approached Chris. He's very used to a certain kind of Peter; a Peter who has absorbed knowledge and who keeps his cards close to his chest, except when he simply can't. It's a rough night when this isn't even the weirdest thing to happen this year.
The clothes he leaves out are pyjama bottoms and a tshirt that almost definitely did belong to Isaac. There's another that he leaves folded over a chair, and the jeans he figures can be washed. Nobody cares about some holes in jeans.
After that, he sheds his boots and takes a seat in the living room, phone pressed to his ear. Derek, when he answers, is as helpful as one can imagine. Keep him there, he says, like Chris doesn't have a life of his own, or his shit to do. Keep Peter Hale close by for a couple of days while Derek drives country back from wherever he's ended up this week? More difficult, he thinks, than Derek is aware of. Or appreciates. Chris really is so tired.
He should call Scott too, he thinks. Maybe in the morning. It's a difficult call, but he's almost certain he'd have Scott, Malia, and the rest of his ragtag pack in his kitchen within minutes. He's just. Not up for it. Not tonight. He has limited energy left, and he's choosing to use it to order pizza. For Peter Hale (lite). ]
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The clothes he leaves out are pyjama bottoms and a tshirt that almost definitely did belong to Isaac. There's another that he leaves folded over a chair, and the jeans he figures can be washed. Nobody cares about some holes in jeans.
After that, he sheds his boots and takes a seat in the living room, phone pressed to his ear. Derek, when he answers, is as helpful as one can imagine. Keep him there, he says, like Chris doesn't have a life of his own, or his shit to do. Keep Peter Hale close by for a couple of days while Derek drives country back from wherever he's ended up this week? More difficult, he thinks, than Derek is aware of. Or appreciates. Chris really is so tired.
He should call Scott too, he thinks. Maybe in the morning. It's a difficult call, but he's almost certain he'd have Scott, Malia, and the rest of his ragtag pack in his kitchen within minutes. He's just. Not up for it. Not tonight. He has limited energy left, and he's choosing to use it to order pizza. For Peter Hale (lite). ]