[He's quiet, after the fact. For a moment, or three, eyes feeling heavy with a different kind of exhaustion as Peter speaks. He hasn't had someone verbalise having his number down so well in a while. Being confronted with it outside of his own inner back and forth isn't new, of course; it's just new coming from someone who, ordinarily, he sees maybe once or twice a month.

The moments pass, though, and Chris is good at getting on with it, no matter how tired he is. ] It's hard to be bored, [he says instead of anything else, and tries, at least, to smile wryly,] in Beacon Hills.

[He misses, sometimes, when he was a sort of aloof and slightly frightening figure hovering behind Allison and pointing his gun at Scott. Maybe that Chris that would less patient with Peter, and less likely to say:] Especially when there's mystery desserts on the horizon. [How many times can Chris wilfully ignore a suggestive sentence? Well, if history is anything to go by --

He leans forward, palms rubbing onto his thighs. ] I haven't really used the kitchen, you know, properly. So you're going to be on your own, there.