[ So many of his internal reactions ride a smudgy line between things that he rarely tries to classify them to himself anymore. Just stuck perpetually in the middle of the most garbage Venn diagram ever, where he can't even name the attraction he feels to both the low mood Chris unwillingly shows, and the way he grudgingly levers himself out of it. It's not really compassion. It's not quite predatory. It is opportunistic, but he can't define the opportunity. Only that he can sense that he could get in there if he keeps at it, even if he doesn't know what he would do if he did.
None of which he tries particularly to hide in his expression, and it's probably business as usual if Chris looks up from moving past his exhaustion to find Peter sitting up now and staring at him intently. But he doesn't load any more suggestiveness into his verbal t-shirt gun. Chris might get the distinct impression that his oddly soothing tone is a form of mockery in itself, like an exercise of mercy. No more insightful (lucky shot?) comments for now. The reward for slinking away from the truth is that Peter pretends (poorly) not to see him. ]
What a shock.
[ Because surely the reason Chris only had corn in the house was that he cooked everything else already, right? ]
Still hours to go before you inexplicably trust me to cook your steak. What about til then, old man? You want to check anything out? The preserve? Or just lie low?
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None of which he tries particularly to hide in his expression, and it's probably business as usual if Chris looks up from moving past his exhaustion to find Peter sitting up now and staring at him intently. But he doesn't load any more suggestiveness into his verbal t-shirt gun. Chris might get the distinct impression that his oddly soothing tone is a form of mockery in itself, like an exercise of mercy. No more insightful (lucky shot?) comments for now. The reward for slinking away from the truth is that Peter pretends (poorly) not to see him. ]
What a shock.
[ Because surely the reason Chris only had corn in the house was that he cooked everything else already, right? ]
Still hours to go before you inexplicably trust me to cook your steak. What about til then, old man? You want to check anything out? The preserve? Or just lie low?