[ Going blond instead of drowning in anger-sadness hasn't occurred to Peter as an option, so he's having some trouble parsing Chris' apparent preference for Derek to be blond. This necessitates that he pause in rooting around in a cabinet to give Chris a judgmental-bewildered look that maligns his ... random aesthetic preferences? Ah, a reasonably sized skillet. This will do for the steaks, unless Chris is hiding a grill somewhere. ]

He can be stubborn, once he's decided something is the right thing to do. Or the right way to be.

[ Finished with his rummaging and rearranging, Peter wanders back over towards the couch and flops his entire body onto all of it, one hand lifting automatically to settle over his mostly healed wound and poke around gently with his fingers. ]

So he's given up on Beacon Hills finally?