[ Peter didn't know if it was a comfort or if he was trying to make fun, but maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Nathan being a figure amongst their... population was something he just didn't find all that shocking, and that unto itself was a constant he could pretend he relied on. It was so entirely Nathan, that Peter had to think that at least that much hadn't changed. Even if he found out that everything about Nathan was a lie just like everything about Adam had been, then there was still something to hold on to.
God, when he turned into such a pessimist?
Tugging his cofffee mug back towards him, Peter shook his head slowly. He didn't have enough to, distrungled, run his fingers back through. It took away something for him to fidget with and forced him to learn how to stuff his hands into his pockets, therefore holding his shoulders higher. It was stupid, but so much had been taken away from him, that he wanted his damn hair back.
Taking another sip of coffee while he thought, unconsciously avoiding eye-contact simply because he didn't feel like being outright coddled, Peter only looked back over at Nathan once he'd thought through his brother's words over again. ]
You seriously run a chapel here? [ Not that Peter thought religion was a joke, but when had any of them ever really believed? It was an image to uphold, despite the fact that Peter took bits and pieces of it to heart. ] What, were you converted when Izzie came back from the dead?
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[ Peter didn't know if it was a comfort or if he was trying to make fun, but maybe it didn't matter. Maybe Nathan being a figure amongst their... population was something he just didn't find all that shocking, and that unto itself was a constant he could pretend he relied on. It was so entirely Nathan, that Peter had to think that at least that much hadn't changed. Even if he found out that everything about Nathan was a lie just like everything about Adam had been, then there was still something to hold on to.
God, when he turned into such a pessimist?
Tugging his cofffee mug back towards him, Peter shook his head slowly. He didn't have enough to, distrungled, run his fingers back through. It took away something for him to fidget with and forced him to learn how to stuff his hands into his pockets, therefore holding his shoulders higher. It was stupid, but so much had been taken away from him, that he wanted his damn hair back.
Taking another sip of coffee while he thought, unconsciously avoiding eye-contact simply because he didn't feel like being outright coddled, Peter only looked back over at Nathan once he'd thought through his brother's words over again. ]
You seriously run a chapel here? [ Not that Peter thought religion was a joke, but when had any of them ever really believed? It was an image to uphold, despite the fact that Peter took bits and pieces of it to heart. ] What, were you converted when Izzie came back from the dead?