Who did? Derek? [That does seem like a Derek thing to do. Who else can I inconvenience with this turn of events? Oh right, Chris. He thinks Derek left for Mexico already, though, and Malia would almost definitely patch Peter onto Scott. The questions just continue to mount, but in the mean time, he hoists Peter up onto the counter and starts rummaging through cupboards for the Basics. Something to clean the wounds; something to force the poison out. He's not Deaton; he doesn't have everything lying around for emergencies.
There is a small, petty voice in the back of his head that says: and it's not like Peter deserves it. He ignores it. It doesn't sound like him, anyway. It sounds older, and crueller, and Chris is done with it.
When he has what he needs (which are the basics needed to remove a bullet), he shrugs his jacket off and tosses it onto the opposite counter, where the stove is. He tries to think of a weirder night than this, and finds that he can't.] Lie back for me. You can tell me how the hell you managed to shave off twenty years, while you're at it.
[Was it Kate he wants to ask, but it seems like a stupid question. Why would she bother? And with Peter, of all people?]
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There is a small, petty voice in the back of his head that says: and it's not like Peter deserves it. He ignores it. It doesn't sound like him, anyway. It sounds older, and crueller, and Chris is done with it.
When he has what he needs (which are the basics needed to remove a bullet), he shrugs his jacket off and tosses it onto the opposite counter, where the stove is. He tries to think of a weirder night than this, and finds that he can't.] Lie back for me. You can tell me how the hell you managed to shave off twenty years, while you're at it.
[Was it Kate he wants to ask, but it seems like a stupid question. Why would she bother? And with Peter, of all people?]