[He should have the foresight to keep thinking about what comes next. Next is tomorrow, of course, when presumably Peter will be back on his feet, wounds healed and dignity restored. Chris pauses this thought in the shower; it's nice to soothe his muscles, and clean off some of the dirt from scraping with other hunters. It feels nice to switch off, momentarily, while also knowing that he really shouldn't. Not with Peter Hale in his living room.
He's quick to shower, quicker than Peter but not quicker in changing into what is more like lounge wear than pyjamas. Habit; sometimes he really does get a call at three in the morning and has to go save a werewolf. When he returns, he's shoving two ibuprofen into his mouth, grabbing a cup and turning the tap on. Without werewolf healing, he has to deal with his back the old fashioned way.
He clocks the pizza as he steps back into the living room and his stomach twists with a reminder that subway at 11am is not how you sustain yourself for the whole day. It just does be like that, most of the time. When he sits and reaches for the box he is pleasantly surprised to see half, and not one single, half eaten slice left for him. His glance up to Peter may reflect this, but is definitely doing something with his mouth which could be considered a smile. ] You didn't run. [That's a surprise too. ] You're taking this pretty well. [Eating only half a pizza? The displacement? Who's to say?]
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He's quick to shower, quicker than Peter but not quicker in changing into what is more like lounge wear than pyjamas. Habit; sometimes he really does get a call at three in the morning and has to go save a werewolf. When he returns, he's shoving two ibuprofen into his mouth, grabbing a cup and turning the tap on. Without werewolf healing, he has to deal with his back the old fashioned way.
He clocks the pizza as he steps back into the living room and his stomach twists with a reminder that subway at 11am is not how you sustain yourself for the whole day. It just does be like that, most of the time. When he sits and reaches for the box he is pleasantly surprised to see half, and not one single, half eaten slice left for him. His glance up to Peter may reflect this, but is definitely doing something with his mouth which could be considered a smile. ] You didn't run. [That's a surprise too. ] You're taking this pretty well. [Eating only half a pizza? The displacement? Who's to say?]