Most of 'em are. [Clueless. He's adding Peter to the list, albeit temporarily. There is an eye roll, the blissful relief of being reprieved of intruding metal apparently worthy of it. It is, he thinks, just like Peter Hale to make an inconvenience of his kitchen and then decide to take five. Chris doesn't; he cleans up, which mainly consists of depositing the instruments into the sink and running the hot water over them, before leaving them to sit. He can clean up properly later, alone.

More pressing matters need attending. Arms folded, eyebrows lifted, he waits patiently for about half a minute. It's more patience than he's shown Isaac or Scott. Less patience than he's shown Stiles, admittedly. ] Peter, focus. [The tone is still familiar. He thinks that might be for the best, otherwise antagonism might just cause an unnecessary headache. ] Start talking. The last thing you remember, before the hunters and the werewolves.

[His phone, slotted into his back pocket, makes a ding. He's ignoring it for now. ] You were surprised I knew Derek. You don't remember that?