[He's got a few more years and a lot more guilt before a night's liquid oblivion will leave him crumpled. He hadn't gone out drinking to forget, but he'd allowed himself to be talked into it without much resistance, and in an underground bar with a sharp-toothed wolf girl it hadn't felt safe to leave before daylight.
He doesn't want to go back to the apartment anyway. Doesn't want to see Peter, because it isn't fair to hit a guy when he can't see it coming. Jealousy, always going to be an issue.
There are blonde hairs too long to be his bright against the dark jacket over one end of the table, as he pushes himself up while Cameron sits down.]
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He doesn't want to go back to the apartment anyway. Doesn't want to see Peter, because it isn't fair to hit a guy when he can't see it coming. Jealousy, always going to be an issue.
There are blonde hairs too long to be his bright against the dark jacket over one end of the table, as he pushes himself up while Cameron sits down.]
I'll get you a drink. Latte good?