Comments Peter, eyes narrowed at Bruce's back. He decides to play it soft, closing his book standing up and steppping up to the partition that separates off Ricki's little kitchen.
"I'm sorry. I'm Peter- we met the once, when he was missing? At my boyfriend's place."
Sliding onto one of the stools, managing just the faintest hint of gangliness. Nothing too thick, just a teaspoon of defensiveness that reads as youthful.
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Comments Peter, eyes narrowed at Bruce's back. He decides to play it soft, closing his book standing up and steppping up to the partition that separates off Ricki's little kitchen.
"I'm sorry. I'm Peter- we met the once, when he was missing? At my boyfriend's place."
Sliding onto one of the stools, managing just the faintest hint of gangliness. Nothing too thick, just a teaspoon of defensiveness that reads as youthful.