[He is placing a shopping bag on his kitchen counter when he turns, eyebrows raised a very unironic sort of way. He gives the kitchen and the adjoining living room a sweeping glance, and then shrugs as he starts to empty the bag out. ] I wasn't planning on sticking around for too long.
[Things, as Peter will know, sometimes have a way of not going according to plan.
He has been wondering, lately, about whether he'll go back to Europe. He might, if only to also bring Isaac back. He might not, too. The duality of the Beacon Hills experience is sometimes stifling. It's hard to be anything but both fond of the people and absolutely miserable while inhabiting the space. Besides all that, Chris can't remember the last time anywhere felt like home, however fake-deep that concept is. He's just tired of moving around, for now. The energy has been sucked out of him. He keeps giving his soul to this place, and every time he leaves, it drags him back.
(The metal is still there, though slightly cleaner with the tap having been run on and off.) ] I haven't really made my mind up about staying.
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[Things, as Peter will know, sometimes have a way of not going according to plan.
He has been wondering, lately, about whether he'll go back to Europe. He might, if only to also bring Isaac back. He might not, too. The duality of the Beacon Hills experience is sometimes stifling. It's hard to be anything but both fond of the people and absolutely miserable while inhabiting the space. Besides all that, Chris can't remember the last time anywhere felt like home, however fake-deep that concept is. He's just tired of moving around, for now. The energy has been sucked out of him. He keeps giving his soul to this place, and every time he leaves, it drags him back.
(The metal is still there, though slightly cleaner with the tap having been run on and off.) ] I haven't really made my mind up about staying.