[ Whatever Peter may or may not have done during the night while Chris was asleep remains closed up in the black box of that stretch of hours; meanwhile, he didn't even fully close the spare room's door, like the psycho he not so secretly sometimes is. If Chris glances through the crack, he'll be a seemingly insensate lump under the sheets, with no reaction to small noises within that reasonable proximity. He sleeps exactly like the teenage boy he isn't, and despite making such an emphasis on breakfast, it'll be almost eleven before he rouses. (Perhaps he had an even later night than assumed.)
It's not the weirdest awakening he's ever had, but it's close. The anonymity and strangeness is on par with waking up in a hotel, except the hotel is an empty home that smells primarily of Chris. The wound is mostly healed over, just a patch or two of sullen, seeping ugliness that hasn't yet been covered with unscarred skin. A sense of soreness, a lingering ache, which dwindles as he stretches and thinks.
Chris will probably hear him go to the bathroom first, depriving them both of the amusement of what his hair looks like first thing in the morning. He's probably played the "innocent, well, relatively innocent" card enough times by now. The Peter that comes out to the kitchen is in that purgatorial halfway land between last night's vulnerability and the adult Peter's self-possession; still in Chris and Isaac's clothes, though, still moving with a hint of care for his injury. He nods his head at the phone while he goes to investigate the coffee, without invitation. ]
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It's not the weirdest awakening he's ever had, but it's close. The anonymity and strangeness is on par with waking up in a hotel, except the hotel is an empty home that smells primarily of Chris. The wound is mostly healed over, just a patch or two of sullen, seeping ugliness that hasn't yet been covered with unscarred skin. A sense of soreness, a lingering ache, which dwindles as he stretches and thinks.
Chris will probably hear him go to the bathroom first, depriving them both of the amusement of what his hair looks like first thing in the morning. He's probably played the "innocent, well, relatively innocent" card enough times by now. The Peter that comes out to the kitchen is in that purgatorial halfway land between last night's vulnerability and the adult Peter's self-possession; still in Chris and Isaac's clothes, though, still moving with a hint of care for his injury. He nods his head at the phone while he goes to investigate the coffee, without invitation. ]
So, what's the consensus?