If he was alone he would be working. He could keep focused. Instead, he had this werewolf trying to feed him fruit and talk to him about it. He invaded his space and drank his alcohol, all for a chance to draw out his pain. Peter wanted something from him, he had to, but Chris hadn't yet figured out what. His goal might be to get Chris into bed but that wouldn't work because even with his pain gone he was too exhausted for anything more than that kiss.
"You're a pain in my ass, Peter," Chris groaned, too tried to try and solve the mystery of Peter Hale right now. He pushed himself up from the couch, grabbed his glass and drank the rest of it down. There was no point in wasting good alcohol. "Clean up after yourself when you leave."
He figured the wolf wouldn't come with him as he started walking towards the bedroom. There was no sex waiting for him. It would just be Chris passing out in bed. No fun. If he was going to search his apartment he wouldn't find anything more interesting than a small arsenal of weapons. Everything important was somewhere else. He hadn't lost any of his paranoia.
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If he was alone he would be working. He could keep focused. Instead, he had this werewolf trying to feed him fruit and talk to him about it. He invaded his space and drank his alcohol, all for a chance to draw out his pain. Peter wanted something from him, he had to, but Chris hadn't yet figured out what. His goal might be to get Chris into bed but that wouldn't work because even with his pain gone he was too exhausted for anything more than that kiss.
"You're a pain in my ass, Peter," Chris groaned, too tried to try and solve the mystery of Peter Hale right now. He pushed himself up from the couch, grabbed his glass and drank the rest of it down. There was no point in wasting good alcohol. "Clean up after yourself when you leave."
He figured the wolf wouldn't come with him as he started walking towards the bedroom. There was no sex waiting for him. It would just be Chris passing out in bed. No fun. If he was going to search his apartment he wouldn't find anything more interesting than a small arsenal of weapons. Everything important was somewhere else. He hadn't lost any of his paranoia.