Ouch, [His laughter would certainly not be Gerard Argent approved. Sometimes that thought comes to him, at strange times: Gerard would hate this is often a good indicator that a choice is the right one. Gerard would hate Peter Hale sitting on this couch, and he would hate that Chris has let his guard down enough to be vulnerable. Or rather, give the perception of vulnerable.

Peter’s words are enough to make him move, though.] It’s fine, you can say I stink. I don’t need a werewolf nose to know it.

[He’s making an effort here, beyond the call of being a decent person. ] If the pizza comes, moneys on the counter. Try to leave me a slice, at least — I’ve seen how you kids eat.