Nathan's apt, Sunday evening
Angela was staying with Nathan during her time in Fandom. Which meant that Nathan had had a near-constant feeling of an impending headache the whole weekend long. It also meant that if he wanted to talk to his little brother in private they had to do so with low voices in the kitchen while Angela was in the living room.
"You dressed up?" Nathan asked, taking in Peter's outfit of a nice shirt and slacks. "Seriously?"
Peter made a face at him as he took salad and breadsticks out of delivery containers and set them up in proper dishes. "Guys who wear suits to the beach can't talk."
"I'm just saying: subtle." Nathan smirked at Peter. "Look into it."
"I just want things to go okay." Peter raked a hand through his hair. "Do you think things will go okay?"
"I think you're insane, but this isn't news." Nathan reached over to ruffle Peter's hair until it stuck out in all directions.
"Nice. Real mature." Peter started to pat his hair back into place.
"I'm letting you use my place for this exercise in your optimism," Nathan reminded him. "That means you owe me and I can do whatever I want. Besides, you should get a haircut anyway."
Peter rolled his eyes at Nathan, which resulted in Nathan mussing up Peter's hair again.
"C'mon," Nathan said, giving Peter a light clap on the back. "Let's at least keep Ma company before she starts going through my stuff."
"She's not that nosy," Peter told him.
It was then Nathan's turn to roll his eyes as he and Peter went back into the living room.
[ooc: For Petrellis plus one please]
"You dressed up?" Nathan asked, taking in Peter's outfit of a nice shirt and slacks. "Seriously?"
Peter made a face at him as he took salad and breadsticks out of delivery containers and set them up in proper dishes. "Guys who wear suits to the beach can't talk."
"I'm just saying: subtle." Nathan smirked at Peter. "Look into it."
"I just want things to go okay." Peter raked a hand through his hair. "Do you think things will go okay?"
"I think you're insane, but this isn't news." Nathan reached over to ruffle Peter's hair until it stuck out in all directions.
"Nice. Real mature." Peter started to pat his hair back into place.
"I'm letting you use my place for this exercise in your optimism," Nathan reminded him. "That means you owe me and I can do whatever I want. Besides, you should get a haircut anyway."
Peter rolled his eyes at Nathan, which resulted in Nathan mussing up Peter's hair again.
"C'mon," Nathan said, giving Peter a light clap on the back. "Let's at least keep Ma company before she starts going through my stuff."
"She's not that nosy," Peter told him.
It was then Nathan's turn to roll his eyes as he and Peter went back into the living room.
[ooc: For Petrellis plus one please]