[ Eventually, Peter had taken the time to sort out the mess that came with being a missing coma patient. It wasn't all that difficult-- a faked trail of documents resulting in a mix up in a transfer to a different care facility where he eventually woke up and rejoined normal society again helped set him up with the mundane things, like a driver's license. Access to his old accounts. Everything a man needed.
Plus, he's done well enough in doing a little supernatural consulting on the side. The groceries hardly made a dent in his wallet. Of course, it wasn't something he would've ever done back in Beacon Hills, but they weren't there now, were they?
Groceries stowed away in his own car, he met up with Stiles partway, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. His eyebrow kicked up several notches, and he looked Stiles up and down. ] Oh, well in that case, I should go alone.
[ What with being both age and brains, thanks very much.
Whether or not Stiles actually didn't know where the restaurant was or he simply preferred not having Peter at his back, he didn't say anything of it. In fact, if he was in Stiles' shoes, he certainly would've done the same. Despite everything they had gone through together before and whatever loose ends there were between them, they hadn't actually seen each other in years. Hadn't even spoken, although he still had Stiles' number programmed in his phone. He could've called.
He could've, but Stiles could have as well.
Anyway, the point was, they'd regressed back a few steps. Peter didn't know where exactly and what exactly Stiles had been doing up until this point, and vice versa. Maybe this would prove an excellent opportunity to make up on lost time. ]
Let me guess. With your propensity for sticking your noise where it doesn't belong, your fascination with suspect lists, and your father's occupation... planning to follow in his footsteps? Or have you had enough of that for a lifetime?
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Plus, he's done well enough in doing a little supernatural consulting on the side. The groceries hardly made a dent in his wallet. Of course, it wasn't something he would've ever done back in Beacon Hills, but they weren't there now, were they?
Groceries stowed away in his own car, he met up with Stiles partway, hands tucked in his jacket pockets. His eyebrow kicked up several notches, and he looked Stiles up and down. ] Oh, well in that case, I should go alone.
[ What with being both age and brains, thanks very much.
Whether or not Stiles actually didn't know where the restaurant was or he simply preferred not having Peter at his back, he didn't say anything of it. In fact, if he was in Stiles' shoes, he certainly would've done the same. Despite everything they had gone through together before and whatever loose ends there were between them, they hadn't actually seen each other in years. Hadn't even spoken, although he still had Stiles' number programmed in his phone. He could've called.
He could've, but Stiles could have as well.
Anyway, the point was, they'd regressed back a few steps. Peter didn't know where exactly and what exactly Stiles had been doing up until this point, and vice versa. Maybe this would prove an excellent opportunity to make up on lost time. ]
Let me guess. With your propensity for sticking your noise where it doesn't belong, your fascination with suspect lists, and your father's occupation... planning to follow in his footsteps? Or have you had enough of that for a lifetime?