Peter was doing a bit better this morning with pushing back memories of the past. The quieter night with food and movies and something more like snuggling had been needed, and now he had the whole day to look forward to with Lydia. With thinking what to do next and probably checking on Derek, too, but...still a good day.
He was listening to Lydia when the knock came. It made him freeze in the act of getting ready to toss breakfast on the stove. He tilted his head, holding up one finger for her to quiet so he could listen, trying to gauge who was on the other side. Fast heartbeat, nervous, but without a scent he couldn't be sure.
Glancing at Lydia for a moment, he reached out and pulled her close, brushing a kiss over her lips. "Things might be about to get interesting..."
Moving to the door, he looked through the peephole and then closed his eyes resting his forehead against the door for a moment before taking a deep breath. His more usual distant and slightly sardonic expression slipped over his face as he pulled open the door.
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He was listening to Lydia when the knock came. It made him freeze in the act of getting ready to toss breakfast on the stove. He tilted his head, holding up one finger for her to quiet so he could listen, trying to gauge who was on the other side. Fast heartbeat, nervous, but without a scent he couldn't be sure.
Glancing at Lydia for a moment, he reached out and pulled her close, brushing a kiss over her lips. "Things might be about to get interesting..."
Moving to the door, he looked through the peephole and then closed his eyes resting his forehead against the door for a moment before taking a deep breath. His more usual distant and slightly sardonic expression slipped over his face as he pulled open the door.
"Stiles. You found the wolf den."