With anyone else Chris would find Peter's actions amusing and affectionate. With Peter, though, he didn't know what to make of it. They weren't affectionate. They weren't caring and tender. They fucked and fought. That was how it worked between them.

Worked in the vaguest sense.

"Just take the rind off." Chris wasn't going to make him continue the game of getting up and down just to wait on him. That felt really awkward this doting on him. Peter wasn't like that as far as Chris knew. Seeing this side of him was really almost too strange to Chris.

He sat forward enough to put his drink down and watched Peter with the knife. He had considerable skill. Chris shouldn't enjoy watching him with it as much as he did. Maybe he had too much to drink.