A quiet evening was the whole point. Peter had shown up claiming that he wanted Chris to rest and heal. That must have gotten boring judging by the way he dragged him through painful memories. Couldn't they not touch on the demons of their past? At least Peter was willing to refill the alcohol.

"What? Like an orange?" He looked at the grapefruit and then looked at Peter like he was a little crazy. "You don't eat grapefruit like that."

At least, Chris had never eaten grapefruit that way and it sounded like a mad idea to do that.

"Your shirt is on my dresser," he said and jerked his chin in the direction of the bedroom. Peter should remember the way. It hadn't been that long. He might even be able to pick up the scent of it. Chris hadn't worn it, actually, it was still completely covered in Peter's scent. It was pretty easy to lie to a werewolf through text message.