RP for opiate-dreams

[herosponge]

Peter had spent the whole flight back thinking about this talk. How to approach it, what to say, everything he could do and shouldn't say. Now that he was home, waiting for Isaac to come out and face the truth, he was panicked. He had no idea what to say, how to approach it and the idea of saying nevermind was on the tip of his tongue

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[opiate_visions]

Isaac didn't come out at first.

He sat in his room, looking at that comment and wondering what had happened and if this was his marching orders. And why that idea upset him so much. He pushed back the upset until he just felt angry and then slunk from his room to the living room, pausing in the doorway and folding his arms over his chest, watching Peter with hooded eyes. "Yeah?"

[herosponge]

Peter looked up and at the sight of Isaac's face, that look on his face, he nearly bolted.

"I... that is... you need to know..." He winced, looking away yet he knew he couldn't do that. He made himself look back. "She was there. Simone."

[opiate_visions]

There was more silence.

He wasn't sure why Peter was telling him this. Or what it meant. He knew Charles and the Petrellis were friends of a kind, Peter had said that. So it sort of made sense, with her father's death, to play nice with the new heir of the Deveaux legacy.

He knew that wasn't it. They were trying to set them up. "She's a stunning woman, huh?"

[herosponge]

Peter snorted before he could think. "Sure, if you're into having your head bit off after sex,' he said, blinking and jerking when he realized what he'd said. "Oh fuck. Sorry."