[He's doing this a lot, he realises, but the once over he gives Peter is for his own good. A silent acknowledgement of the healing process; and also, of how weird it is to see Peter Hale in pyjama's, slouching on his couch the way Isaac or Scott might. Was he ever this young? God, he really can't remember. A time where he got to be a teenager? Unthinkable. Gerard put a gun in his hand the moment he could write his own name and say more than five sentences. Chris hardly ever feels old; mostly he feels weary. The kind of tired that gets down into the bones and settles there, making you heavy.

Chris sprawls too, thighs spread and his neck low enough to tilt over the back of the sofa. ] Derek is always busy, allegedly. [There is a measure of humour there. More familiarity that suggests Chris and Derek might even be friends. He hesitates, for a moment. ] He was visiting his sister. Cora. A lot happened, makes sense he'd want to fill her in. [For her own safety, he doesn't add. Maybe Peter already has the jist of that.

He should, he knows, shower now too. Rinse off the sweat and the dirt, try soothe some of the aching muscles on his back and on his hips. But maybe he is unsettled about leaving Peter to his own devices in his space. It's hardly a home, really. It's so empty, save for some photographs he keeps on his bedroom dresser. Reminders of what he's fighting for. ] Anyway, I ordered pizza. Sorry if you were hoping for something a little more extravagant.