[For Peter]

[lionelthayer]

Unsurprisingly, the day's started out late for Lionel. Every single morning after he promises himself he'll never drink again, but he still finds himself fighting back a headache and needing a shower to even start to feel vaguely human again. It'd been a nice celebration, though, even if it was just him and Jack hanging out. Better than being alone

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[aminorkey]

Peter is lying on his bed, his stomach pressed to the hard mattress and he's been fiddling with a pencil, distractedly tapping it against his lips in a largo tempo as he hums Albinoni softly under his breath. Every day is better and better, brings him closer to composing again.

Perhaps soon, he'll be his old self. Perhaps he can shed the shadow that Tom has draped over him.

[lionelthayer]

When Peter doesn't answer, Lionel pushes the door open a little more, and isn't all that surprised to find Peter humming away in his own little world. Lionel doesn't want to disturb him, so he doesn't - he just leans against the door frame for a bit, admiring the view.

[aminorkey]

He's not utterly blind, though, and he can tell when the light's changed in the room and, rolling onto his side, he gives Lionel a slow and bemused look. "Is this the aforementioned socializing piece to the puzzle?" he wonders.

[lionelthayer]

"You can call it that," Lionel grins, and pushes himself away from the door and into the room. Socializing would mean actually going upstairs and talking over lunch - not staying right here, which is what, after seeing Peter sprawled out like he is, Lionel's deciding he'd like to do better.