[The station is a welcome distraction from all the weirdness elsewhere. Peter is a man of creature habits. He won't admit it, but he's missing his laptop something fierce. He's fairly certain he's going to insane here without access to it. The computers at the station sate an itch, but don't quite give him the satisfaction he craves.
He has to set up a brand new social networking profile. He has to restart Candy Crush.
By the time he sits down near Dean, mug of tea in hand, he's come to the horrifying realization that he'll never have access to god awful human gossip sites again. It's a sobering thought. The glint from Dean's knife catches his eyes - he pauses, mid sip of his tea and cocks his head to the side. He narrows his eyes, mouth quirking upwards as he makes at least sixty mental judgments based on the knife alone. ]
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He has to set up a brand new social networking profile. He has to restart Candy Crush.
By the time he sits down near Dean, mug of tea in hand, he's come to the horrifying realization that he'll never have access to god awful human gossip sites again. It's a sobering thought. The glint from Dean's knife catches his eyes - he pauses, mid sip of his tea and cocks his head to the side. He narrows his eyes, mouth quirking upwards as he makes at least sixty mental judgments based on the knife alone. ]
You seem on edge.