[ While Chris is arguably right about Derek, the person who would make that argument, Peter, is incredibly biased, and the wrong person to ask. The truth is, this Peter seems remarkably cavalier about Derek's current life, almost disinterested despite his inquiry, and now he's turning over unknown things in his head as he lounges, seemingly untroubled by any of it. ]
It's all right, I guess.
[ The same old werewolf nonchalance about major gut wounds. Classic Beacon Hills. Peter squirms around on the couch to pull the t-shirt up, and cranes his head to look down at his stomach. Nothing much has changed since the morning, the skin there pink and raw-looking around the puncture. He lies back, just leaving the shirt as is, his fingers splayed over it as if he could assess the progress moment by moment. ]
So we're not on great terms, I'd imagine. Derek and I.
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It's all right, I guess.
[ The same old werewolf nonchalance about major gut wounds. Classic Beacon Hills. Peter squirms around on the couch to pull the t-shirt up, and cranes his head to look down at his stomach. Nothing much has changed since the morning, the skin there pink and raw-looking around the puncture. He lies back, just leaving the shirt as is, his fingers splayed over it as if he could assess the progress moment by moment. ]
So we're not on great terms, I'd imagine. Derek and I.