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darker_london2009-01-26 12:14 pm
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Help is here (Thomas, Peter)
When Thomas arrived, Klaus was still downstairs and Peter was counting his blessings that Klaus hadn't decided that he needed to integrate himself as part of Peter's family by intruding on their time together as yet. Peter dragged Thomas up to the roof without a word and the second they had climbed into it from the attic, Peter pulled out his cigarettes. Thomas opened his mouth to object, but Peter was quicker. "No lectures today. I need to soothe my nerves before I kill someone."
Thomas raised his eyebrows and then he nodded. "Suit yourself, Smoky the Bear, but if you get lung cancer, I am not going to stay with you in the hospital this time."
"Yes you will. We both know you can't resist me." Peter winked at him and he inhaled deeply on the freshly lit cigarette. "Oh fuck me, that's the stuff."
"You're deeply disgusting, Peter." Thomas informed him, settling down on the roof far enough away so he didn't have to smell Peter's filthy little habit. "So. Klaus, hmm?"
"Yeah. Klaus. Thomas, he already managed to insult my wife and he's only been here since late last night."
"He what!?" Thomas growled. No one insulted Miss Aly. Absolutely no one.
"he said something like the Spanish women back home were obedient or some bullshit. Probably because the only contact he's ever had with someone from Spain is by having a Spanish maid. Of course they do what he says, that's what they're paid for and if they don't follow orders they get terrible things done to them, and I don't want my wife to be...obedient. The very idea makes me want to gag, Thomas. I want my wife to be Aly. Telling me what's what because without her I'd be lost."
Thomas smiled lightly up at Peter and he nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. Our wives are perfect the way they are. As is my husband. Klaus probably just doesn't understand."
"I know he doesn't, but he doesn't have to bring his holier-than-thou bullshit here!"
"Peter." Thomas watched as Peter puffed away on the cigarette and then he stood and pulled it out of Peter's fingers. "Give me that." He threw it onto the roof and stamped it out. "Peter, you're upset he's here because you know your life isn't what he would have wanted for you and you're afraid of what he's going to say. That's completely understandable. But Peter...don't let him cause you to lose track of the things you do. Please. You're...incredible."
Of course Thomas would know exactly why Peter was upset without Peter even having to say. He smiled at his best friend, completely forgetting that Thomas had just pulled his cigarette out of his hand. "Yeah. You're right."
"You wouldn't want to live the life he had set out for you. You should be proud, not ashamed." Thomas reached out and he took Peter's hand in his. "And I know it's weird having a father around suddenly when you're not used to one at all."
Peter watched Thomas' eyes and he took a deep breath. Of course Thomas would understand that of all things. His own father had abandoned their family when Thomas was eight. And Peter had to admit that having a parental figure around was very strange. Peter had been an orphan since he was fourteen. He had been raised by his sister, and while Liz was wonderful and loving, she hadn't been very parent-like. It was an odd shift, at thirty-eight, to suddenly have a parent around. It wasn't like when Lavannah stopped by, because while his mother Louise was very much a ghost who travelled with Lavannah, Peter couldn't see her, nor could he hear or touch her. Klaus was in 3-D and surround sound and Peter kind of wished he wasn't. "More than weird. I'm supposed to be the dad..."
Thomas grinned at his friend and then he kissed Peter's forehead. "You are, Peter. You really are."
"I should...probably go let him know it's okay to come upstairs..."
"It'd probably be a good idea."
"Will you come with me and kiss my forehead in front of him? I want to see what colour he turns!" Peter said with an impish look on his face.
"Is this just a covert way to get more Thomas-action?" Thomas asked, eyebrows raised.
"Don't ask don't tell, Thomas!" Peter chided. "Come on, Big Guy. Let's go freak out my dad."
Thomas raised his eyebrows and then he nodded. "Suit yourself, Smoky the Bear, but if you get lung cancer, I am not going to stay with you in the hospital this time."
"Yes you will. We both know you can't resist me." Peter winked at him and he inhaled deeply on the freshly lit cigarette. "Oh fuck me, that's the stuff."
"You're deeply disgusting, Peter." Thomas informed him, settling down on the roof far enough away so he didn't have to smell Peter's filthy little habit. "So. Klaus, hmm?"
"Yeah. Klaus. Thomas, he already managed to insult my wife and he's only been here since late last night."
"He what!?" Thomas growled. No one insulted Miss Aly. Absolutely no one.
"he said something like the Spanish women back home were obedient or some bullshit. Probably because the only contact he's ever had with someone from Spain is by having a Spanish maid. Of course they do what he says, that's what they're paid for and if they don't follow orders they get terrible things done to them, and I don't want my wife to be...obedient. The very idea makes me want to gag, Thomas. I want my wife to be Aly. Telling me what's what because without her I'd be lost."
Thomas smiled lightly up at Peter and he nodded. "I know exactly what you mean. Our wives are perfect the way they are. As is my husband. Klaus probably just doesn't understand."
"I know he doesn't, but he doesn't have to bring his holier-than-thou bullshit here!"
"Peter." Thomas watched as Peter puffed away on the cigarette and then he stood and pulled it out of Peter's fingers. "Give me that." He threw it onto the roof and stamped it out. "Peter, you're upset he's here because you know your life isn't what he would have wanted for you and you're afraid of what he's going to say. That's completely understandable. But Peter...don't let him cause you to lose track of the things you do. Please. You're...incredible."
Of course Thomas would know exactly why Peter was upset without Peter even having to say. He smiled at his best friend, completely forgetting that Thomas had just pulled his cigarette out of his hand. "Yeah. You're right."
"You wouldn't want to live the life he had set out for you. You should be proud, not ashamed." Thomas reached out and he took Peter's hand in his. "And I know it's weird having a father around suddenly when you're not used to one at all."
Peter watched Thomas' eyes and he took a deep breath. Of course Thomas would understand that of all things. His own father had abandoned their family when Thomas was eight. And Peter had to admit that having a parental figure around was very strange. Peter had been an orphan since he was fourteen. He had been raised by his sister, and while Liz was wonderful and loving, she hadn't been very parent-like. It was an odd shift, at thirty-eight, to suddenly have a parent around. It wasn't like when Lavannah stopped by, because while his mother Louise was very much a ghost who travelled with Lavannah, Peter couldn't see her, nor could he hear or touch her. Klaus was in 3-D and surround sound and Peter kind of wished he wasn't. "More than weird. I'm supposed to be the dad..."
Thomas grinned at his friend and then he kissed Peter's forehead. "You are, Peter. You really are."
"I should...probably go let him know it's okay to come upstairs..."
"It'd probably be a good idea."
"Will you come with me and kiss my forehead in front of him? I want to see what colour he turns!" Peter said with an impish look on his face.
"Is this just a covert way to get more Thomas-action?" Thomas asked, eyebrows raised.
"Don't ask don't tell, Thomas!" Peter chided. "Come on, Big Guy. Let's go freak out my dad."