darker_london | Make it better (Peter, Thomas, Abby)

Peter was lying flat on his back on the roof, though he could feel the angel coming closer. He turned his head as Abby popped her head through the window. "I had a feeling you'd be here." She said softly.

"Who's talking, yourself or Thomas?" Peter didn't sit up. He merely conitnued to gaze at Abby while reclined.

"You mean you can't tell!?"

Peter snorted. "Well that was Thomas." Peter smiled then, because he couldn't help it when Thomas was near him. Even if he was now in his little sister's body. "Is there a reason for the visit?"

"Pretty much you." Thomas replied. Abby was kind enough to give him control of her body. Even on the roof. That was trust. Thomas walked over and he sat beside Peter, and he reached Abby's hand towards his best friend's.

"Good reason." Peter agreed quietly.

"Stuart said you spent a lot of time in the morgue. Are you feeling a little macabre there, Pete?" Thomas raised Abby's eyebrows.

"Perhaps. I was just making sure everything was...right. I wanted it to be..." Peter sighed. "I want your body to be taken care of."

"It's not my body, Peter. My body is in Downside Cemetary in Bath. What's laying in the morgue was just a vessel that Rolf created. I was about as at home in that thing as I am in here. You're lovely by the way." Thomas added as a side note to his sister.

"Still. I want it to be...nice."

"Nice with half my head missing?" Thomas said, sounding incredulous.

"Cut it the fuck out!" Peter hissed, suddenly annoyed. He sat up straight and he glared at Thomas. "You think this is funny? You keep joking about it and acting like it's okay and I've had enough, Thomas because you dying? It's not okay. It's not okay with me. It wasn't the first time and it's not now and goddammit why don't people ever listen to me when I tell them to do things!?" Peter took several deep breaths and Thomas sat there and looked shocked. "Sorry." Peter amended. "I didn't mean half of that, I just have rage."

"Yeah." Thomas said, looking disturbed. "Peter, I...I'm trying to make it easier on myself-"

"I know you are, Thomas. But I need you to know it makes it harder on me. Don't stop if that's what you need. Just...you can't expect me to be all 'hahaha my best friend is dead, whoopeee'." And then Peter gave Thomas an extremely upset look, complete with pouty face and shadowed eyes.

"Oh come on, you find me a little charming, even when I'm being a complete tosser." Thomas made Abby grin and his personality came through, even though it was Abby's face.

"No I don't." Peter pouted, crossing his arms.

"Yes you doooo." Thomas poked Peter in the arm. "Come on, Peter. I'm here til Sunday. Don't mourn me yet."

Peter took a deep, shaky breath and then he nodded. "I uhm...alright. I can...try. Try not to mourn. I got Pierre to take those things off your wrists."

"Thank you." Thomas said firmly. "I didn't want to be buried with those."

"And I bought a Littleton mausoleum next to the Kemp one. This is morbid."

"But thoughtful. Thank you, Peter." Thomas smiled and he squeezed Peter's hand. "Want to go eat gross things and gross Abby out?"

Peter lit up and he almost smiled. "Alright. Don't...don't let her hit me.."

Thomas laughed and he stood, helping Peter to his feet. "I'll do my best, but if she starts swingin', you're on your own."