[ okay! i just rolled, it's 4 - 18. let me know if you need me to tweak anything! ]
So maybe what he'd told Derek had been an exaggeration-- that coming back from the grave took something out of him, that he wasn't entirely back at full strength yet-- but it didn't mean it was entirely false. There was a reason why Peter preferred the sidelines whenever possible nowadays, rather than taking the lead. Less chance of injury, for one. Besides, he was practically doing everyone a favour. Peter knew few of them trusted him at their backs, and the feeling was mostly mutual.
It also left him in the position to move around unrestricted while everyone else was off licking their wounds. But rather than let live today, he had a very specific target in mind. A very much human, very much brittle target, still recovering from getting caught up in the affairs of the supernatural by the name of Christopher Argent.
He showed up when they wouldn't be interrupted at Chris's front door, going through the motions of polite society-- knocking, and then promptly picking his lock and letting himself in. Chris ought to be taking it easy, anyway. (Not that Peter expected that to actually be happening.) Heading towards where the sound of Argent's heartbeat was the loudest, Peter called out, "Should I say I've come in peace before you shoot me for breaking and entering?"
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So maybe what he'd told Derek had been an exaggeration-- that coming back from the grave took something out of him, that he wasn't entirely back at full strength yet-- but it didn't mean it was entirely false. There was a reason why Peter preferred the sidelines whenever possible nowadays, rather than taking the lead. Less chance of injury, for one. Besides, he was practically doing everyone a favour. Peter knew few of them trusted him at their backs, and the feeling was mostly mutual.
It also left him in the position to move around unrestricted while everyone else was off licking their wounds. But rather than let live today, he had a very specific target in mind. A very much human, very much brittle target, still recovering from getting caught up in the affairs of the supernatural by the name of Christopher Argent.
He showed up when they wouldn't be interrupted at Chris's front door, going through the motions of polite society-- knocking, and then promptly picking his lock and letting himself in. Chris ought to be taking it easy, anyway. (Not that Peter expected that to actually be happening.) Heading towards where the sound of Argent's heartbeat was the loudest, Peter called out, "Should I say I've come in peace before you shoot me for breaking and entering?"