[He is, for the first few moments, preoccupied with the smell. After that, he in turns looks at each of the bodies to determine whether he recognises any of the faces. Maybe one or two; they don't seem as young as he was maybe expecting, and although that isn't exactly a relief, he's glad there's no dead sixteen year olds tonight. He might reach fifty and become a pacifist; the burden of dead kids is a heavy weight, after all.

One he isn't all that keen to keep dwelling on, and so he turns, unsettled, and spares a look at the things the other Peter has collected, and has now subsequently lost. It's almost funny, really, how he keeps just losing his things. ]

Where exactly did you ... realise you were here? The exact spot. [Retracing the steps is useful to a point. More so, he just wants to see what objects might have been around Peter at the time of their switch. If there even was a switch, that is. He has a horrible moment wherein he realises that the other Peter might ... Still be out there? And after that, resigns himself to having a drink later. Maybe four.

While Peter either decides to comply or not, Chris does do a quick sweep again over the objects. Some things are familiar, but not enough that he can quickly recall from where. Others, less so. Before Deaton, there's always Chris' family archives. The ones he managed to take with him, anyway. Distracted: ] If I can figure out what was around you, we might be on to something.