[001] [Location: Room 228] Mr. Ambulance Driver, I'm not a real survivor. [Closed to Sara & Neal]

[mrmagichands]

Slipping past Neal's room hadn't become easier, but Peter was getting more practiced at it. Moving as though the room on the other side of the common area between their -- his -- suite didn't exist would be an acquired practice, one he was starting to doubt he'd be able to pick up completely

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Sara hadn't been moping, she'd been taking everything in

[mrmagichands]

He should be out there, interrogating the man who'd done this. Finding out why, not just for himself, but for Sara. And so he had something to bring back to El, and Mozzie, and June--

Peter's head snapped to the right when he heard the knock, and he grimaced, staying perfectly still. He seriously debated whether or not to move, then berated himself internally for behaving like a coward. Neal wouldn't want this, and regardless of what they'd been through, he just knew better.

Rising from the chair, he made his way over to the door, and mentally kicked himself again for that fraction of a second's hesitation that came next. He should've drank more, this wouldn't've happened then. Peter gripped the doorknob, pulling the door open.

And there was Sara.

For a full minute of silence, everything else completely dropped out of Peter's head. His jaw hung a little, and he blinked a few times as he processed whatever it was about her that was so

[redefinedcasual]

"Let me guess, you weren't expecting me." She hadn't been checking in like she should have, so it made sense. Although it was hard to say that anything about this situation or the city that they had apparently been abducted to live in made sense. Her life had been turned upside down, and she found it hard to believe that it'd happened for a reason that went beyond the whole thing being a cruel joke.

"Do you mind if I..." She took a few steps without bothering to finish her question, pushing past Peter and entering the apartment. It looked about as bad as she had been expecting, and the same could be said for Peter. "I knew I should stopped by sooner."

[mrmagichands]

He hadn't been expecting her, but Peter decided that it didn't merit saying. If only for the sake of making this situation less awkward and uncomfortable for the both of them. Especially given that Sara seemed somehow more uncomfortable than he felt.

It wasn't exactly shocking, someone who was always hellbent on being all business wouldn't exactly deal well with emotional situations. Peter couldn't say he blamed her. He was, however, far less forgiving about her inviting herself in. He also made damn sure to take a step or two back. Contact seemed like a bad idea at the moment.

"You should've?" Peter sighed tiredly, and closed the door, reaching up with one hand to rub at his eyes. He wasn't up for this. Turning around, he put on something resembling a calm half smile. "You look well." That'd felt idiotic before it'd even dropped like a stone out of his mouth.

This couldn't possibly end well.