[ The seat is already pretty far back, which Peter supposes could be due to the missing boy who wore some of his clothes before him, or any of the other werewolves Chris has to run around with these days. He stretches his legs out, listens, absorbs. So the guilt is layered, and anything Peter knows that the Argents have done is mere substrate; this most recent stuff is rich crumbly topsoil, and likely a huge factor in Chris treating him so well. Well, every cloud of all out supernatural war must have its meager silver lining. ]
And you're saying you're not a target as well? A bigger one, considering they wouldn't even be expecting me?
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And you're saying you're not a target as well? A bigger one, considering they wouldn't even be expecting me?
[ Not this version of him, anyway. ]