WHO:
oncemercurial and
bluepurrymuffinWHERE: 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?
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Hank was a little apprehensive, this could go a number of different ways. )
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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?"
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"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."
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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.
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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."
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