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[bluepurrymuffin]

WHO: oncemercurial and bluepurrymuffin
WHERE: Pietro's apartment
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WARNINGS: mountain of sad :(
SUMMARY: Tea, sympathy, and old friends
FORMAT: I'll be starting in para, but can shift to whatever depending on first comment?

Comments

Para works. Warning, I will be slow because work is painful atm.

[oncemercurial]

The visit was unexpected, to say the least. Pietro had elected to have Calvin stay later at the Institute. Someone had taken up the free form arts and crafts in Angelica's place and while it might be painful at first for him to be there without her, the hustle bustle would be distracting, if nothing else. Half of the eerie quiet that had set in around the house in her absence was likely because her boys couldn't seem to find something to do with themselves. Angelica had been the instigator, not them.

Hopeful that it was someone, the police maybe, with a lead on what had happened to her, Pietro rushed for where he'd been brooding in his study to answer the door. He made little effort to hide the surprised and slightly disappointed look in his eyes as he greeted the former X-Man. "Doctor McCoy, hello. What can I do for you?"

s'cool, we'll work it at whatever pace you can manage (also my internet can be bad)

[bluepurrymuffin]

He felt the disappointment immediately and found himself suddenly uncomfortable, like he was only intruding. Maybe this had been a bad idea?

"Pietro, I...thought you might perhaps use some company." He lifted the tote bag in his arm to draw attention to it. "...And something to eat."

Re: s'cool, we'll work it at whatever pace you can manage (also my internet can be bad)

[oncemercurial]

"Oh," Pietro said quietly, eyes dropping the bag and brain connecting the dots. "Yes, I suppose-- Please come in. Thank you."

He opened the door wider, stepping back to annoy Hank into the small foyer. Just last week, Angelica had insisted he put up something or people to hang their coats on. Up til this point, it had simply been a convenient place for Calvin's yoyo to get tangled up in, but Pietro gestured to it, hoping Hank would take the hint. He honestly didn't know whether to babble about what little they'd been doing over the passed few days or stay quite and wait for his guest to take the lead. That option seemed safer for the moment.

[bluepurrymuffin]

Hank took off his coat and scarf and left them on the rack, then made his way to the kitchen. The silence grew deafening quickly, and Hank was a little unsettled that Pietro seemed to have no intention of breaking it. Understandable, though, given the circumstances.

Hank started removing dishes from his bag as he began with the only thing he could think of. "I'd almost forgotten how cold it remains in New York this late in the season. I seem to keep going through extreme changes in climate lately."