Circling the Drain (Peter, Aly, Kidses)

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Finger painting had been Anna's idea, and despite Peter's protests that his fingers would get ooky and finger painting wasn't his thing and what if he got paint in his hair, Anna and Caleb managed to drag him into it anyway. They gave him the eyes of doom and Peter just couldn't stand strong against the eyes of doom. Not from his children. Especially not when Anna added a little 'please oh please' whimper. Dammit. And now Peter had a smear of red paint across his forehead, not to mention all over his hands. It was Lydia who'd gotten the white in his hair. She'd done it on purpose and then giggled.

( Red Right Hand )

Circling the Drain (Peter, Aly, Kidses)

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Finger painting had been Anna's idea, and despite Peter's protests that his fingers would get ooky and finger painting wasn't his thing and what if he got paint in his hair, Anna and Caleb managed to drag him into it anyway. They gave him the eyes of doom and Peter just couldn't stand strong against the eyes of doom. Not from his children. Especially not when Anna added a little 'please oh please' whimper. Dammit. And now Peter had a smear of red paint across his forehead, not to mention all over his hands. It was Lydia who'd gotten the white in his hair. She'd done it on purpose and then giggled.

( Red Right Hand )

False Sight (Peter, Lavannah, Aly, Open)

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When Peter answered the door to Lavannah and David, Lavannah cast her pseudo-father a worried look. Peter had paint on his forehead and in his hair and he looked...for lack of a better word, insane. "Come in!" Peter said, his voice slightly too loud with a manic edge that made Lavannah's spirit guide incredibly uncomfortable. It made sense. Lavannah's spirit guide was Peter's dead mother. And she was worried about her son. Once she and David had been ushered inside, Lavannah glanced around and waited. "Oh right! I could take you upstairs."

( Losing It )

False Sight (Peter, Lavannah, Aly, Open)

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When Peter answered the door to Lavannah and David, Lavannah cast her pseudo-father a worried look. Peter had paint on his forehead and in his hair and he looked...for lack of a better word, insane. "Come in!" Peter said, his voice slightly too loud with a manic edge that made Lavannah's spirit guide incredibly uncomfortable. It made sense. Lavannah's spirit guide was Peter's dead mother. And she was worried about her son. Once she and David had been ushered inside, Lavannah glanced around and waited. "Oh right! I could take you upstairs."

( Losing It )

The Cause (Peter, Hospital people)

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The CT machine wasn't as bad as Peter expected it to be, but the loud thunking noises it made didn't help his claustrophobia. Nor did the fact that Abby couldn't work the machine or be in the room, so it was being run by a tech who was extremely nervous to be working on his boss. He kept saying things like "Whoops, sorry!" over the intercom, which didn't make Peter feel all that comforted. Still, Abby was there to take his hand afterwards, and she gave him a sweet little smile as well. Things between them were fine, which was as much of a relief as this entire situation was a worry.

Abby led Peter in to a little room to wait for the results of the scan. Peter's family was waiting in there too. Tasha and Robert and Thomas and David and Aly. He gave them a brave yet shy smile. He felt weak, somehow, even though he was doing the smart thing. Embarrassed and on the spot. He hated that he was causing them worry yet again. It didn't seem fair to them. Abby released his hand and Peter went over to sit beside Aly so he could give her a kiss. She looked far more distraught than the rest of them. This scene was far too familiar for her liking. Peter sighed into the silence, and they waited.

The Cause (Peter, Hospital people)

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The CT machine wasn't as bad as Peter expected it to be, but the loud thunking noises it made didn't help his claustrophobia. Nor did the fact that Abby couldn't work the machine or be in the room, so it was being run by a tech who was extremely nervous to be working on his boss. He kept saying things like "Whoops, sorry!" over the intercom, which didn't make Peter feel all that comforted. Still, Abby was there to take his hand afterwards, and she gave him a sweet little smile as well. Things between them were fine, which was as much of a relief as this entire situation was a worry.

Abby led Peter in to a little room to wait for the results of the scan. Peter's family was waiting in there too. Tasha and Robert and Thomas and David and Aly. He gave them a brave yet shy smile. He felt weak, somehow, even though he was doing the smart thing. Embarrassed and on the spot. He hated that he was causing them worry yet again. It didn't seem fair to them. Abby released his hand and Peter went over to sit beside Aly so he could give her a kiss. She looked far more distraught than the rest of them. This scene was far too familiar for her liking. Peter sighed into the silence, and they waited.