Flynn had been told Peter liked to sit on his roof when things got a little serious. And that was indeed where he found the man, though he had had to have Lydia show him how to get up there in the first place. When he stopped Peter through the window, he ducked out onto the roof, fearless despite the fact that the roof sloped down to a five-storey drop off that wouldn't result in anything good for Flynn. Flynn was graceful and sure-footed and he was used to hanging around on rooftops. "Peter." The man was staring out into the distance, smoke curling away from the cigarette he held between his fingers. Peter hadn't noticed Flynn's arrival at all.
( Confess to me )
( Confess to me )