Muffinses (Peter, Thomas, Abby, Stuart and Caoilfhionn)

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Peter had a lot of commitments. He had a family he had to be there for. A family which consisted of seven children. He had a wife who needed a lot of care and love at the moment, though he always tried to spend a lot of time with her. He had friends he liked to give time to. And he had his job, which was really less of a job and more of a calling, considering he didn't have standard hours, nor did he get paid.

After spending the previous night with Aly, reassuring her until she fell asleep, he had then gone out to assist in the search of London for Patrick and Mona Ravensdale. Coming up empty-handed was frustrating. And he didn't even take a break before heading to the hospital to see what was happening there.

When Peter entered, he found Thomas in the entry way, standing with Abby and Stuart. They appeared to be having a personal conversation, but Peter spied a muffin in Thomas' hands and he was suddenly overcome with an urgent and overwhelming muffin envy. He rushed over to them and he sidled up to Thomas, picking a piece of muffin out of the soft dome and shoving it in his mouth. "Oi!" Thomas shouted, turning to give Peter an incredulous look.

"Sorry. I'm starving! I've been out all night."

Thomas just shook his head and he handed Peter the muffin. He hardly needed it anyway. "You shouldn't take food from a traumatised person, Peter! You could've ended up headless." Peter couldn't answer because his mouth was full of muffiny goodness, so Thomas continued. "Maybe when you're done with my breakfast, you can tell us about your search there, Captain?"

Abby leaned against Stuart, who wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. "Did you find anything?"

"Nuffin." Peter attempted to say around his mouthful.

"You found a muffin?! Then why the fuck did you bogart mine?!" Thomas asked, feeling quite put out.

Peter swallowed. "Nothing! And I'll buy you another one, Whiney! I'm in a very strange mood. I haven't slept."

"How much caffeine did you drink?" Stuart asked, though he appeared like he already knew the answer.

"Oh, some. And then some more. They have this drink called the Necromancer, guarenteed to wake the dead? I think I'm shaking am I shaking?" Peter glanced around at all of them and then he leaned his head against Thomas' shoulder. "My head is heavy. What flavour was that muffin?"

"It was orange and poppyseed. Did you eat it so fast you didn't taste it?" Thomas draped one arm over his best friend's shoulders.

"Mmm. Don't have time. Have to go work on my thesis. I have a meeting. Oh and then Joe wanted to do some...account bollocks. And then I'm picking up Anna from school and taking her to ballet, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll jump out of a 7th story window believing I can fly..."

Thomas patted Peter on the shoulder. "Yeah, you aren't actually going to do any of that. Stuart, you go talk to Joe about money. Abs, you can pick Anna up from school when you pick up Mara, yeah?"

Abby nodded, and she grinned at Peter. "I'll take her to ballet! She looks so cute in a tutu and I'm trying to get Mara interested. So far no dice. Spectre is the only Mors who will wear a tutu."

Thomas grinned at the mention of his husband and then he turned back to Peter. "You, mister, are going to eat more than a muffin because I know that's all you would have had in the past day and a half, and then you're going to take a nap, and then if there's time, you can work on your thesis. Which is already brilliant. And probably no one needs to handle that window-jumping thing. No one without wings." As he said that, Caoilfhionn ran through the hallways, bouncing around, and looking rather like she just might jump out a window to unfurl her wings and swoop down on an unsuspecting populace. "Er...as I was saying."

Peter watched Caoilfhionn for a moment and then he turned tired eyes back on Thomas. "Oh thank you. Thank you. I'm old, Thomas."

"You're not old, dumbarse, you just haven't slept in three days." Thomas grumbled, and he waved goodbye to Abby and Stuart so he could deliver Peter safetly to his office.

"Oh yeah..."

"The last thing you need is to be exhausting yourself now, Peter."

"There's so much to do." Peter leaned heavily against Thomas as Thomas helped him up to the office. The second the arrived, Peter sank gratefully into his sofa and he smiled as Thomas took his shoes off. "If I don't do it, who will?"

"Someone will, Peter. Someone will. I'll bring you something else to eat, okay?" Thomas leaned down and he kissed Peter's forehead. "Alright, Peter."

"Mmm, yes. Hungry." Peter placed his hand on his stomach and then he fell asleep before Thomas even had a chance to leave the room to fetch him more breakfast.