[ He's never been the right age, somehow. Too young to to be trusted by Talia and Deaton and the others. Too old to really be friends with Derek. Always lurking on the outskirts of things, listening in, putting things together. It's strange and yet apt, somehow, that now they're even farther apart in age and he is right in Argent's living room still doing the same thing: turning over in this mind the laughter, the tone of voice, the specific words Chris lands on, the visible effort he makes to keep going. It doesn't feel quite so lonely this way. It feels like the next time he reaches his hand out and turns one little piece in the scene askew, he'll at least be in the scene too.
Which is new. And interesting. And nice. ]
What, you only ordered one?
[ Peter waves Chris off, magnanimous, as if he's the one doing Chris the favor here by urging him along his way. And of course, he'll wait until he hears the shower go on to get up, though he doesn't do as much snooping as one might expect of him. He's not up to it tonight. Just a little patrol of the layout, seeing where all the windows and exits are, examining how bare of personal touch things are. Perhaps the pizza will have come by the time Chris makes it out, perhaps not; either way, he'll leave Chris a pointed exact half of the entire thing. ]
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Which is new. And interesting. And nice. ]
What, you only ordered one?
[ Peter waves Chris off, magnanimous, as if he's the one doing Chris the favor here by urging him along his way. And of course, he'll wait until he hears the shower go on to get up, though he doesn't do as much snooping as one might expect of him. He's not up to it tonight. Just a little patrol of the layout, seeing where all the windows and exits are, examining how bare of personal touch things are. Perhaps the pizza will have come by the time Chris makes it out, perhaps not; either way, he'll leave Chris a pointed exact half of the entire thing. ]