Life (Thomas, Peter, Aly)

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After the horrible waking dreams Peter had suffered last night, he felt like he deserved something bad for him. Of course he was well aware that he was probably the only one that thought that. Which was why he was indulging on the roof. And he was only smoking, though he'd rather be drinking. It was probably fortuitous that there wasn't any alcohol in the house where he could find it and he was too ill to go get any...

Thomas had no problem locating Peter, because he was Thomas, after all. He ducked out the attic window and plopped himself beside Peter as Peter took a deep drag and held it, letting it coat his lungs before he blew the smoke out again. "You know that's bad for you, right?" Thomas asked, fingers itching to take the damn cigarettes away.

"Not as bad as a brain tumor." Peter said flatly, taking another drag.

"Aly told me about what happened last night. I'm sorry, Peter." Thomas reached over and he leaned Peter against him so he could wrap his arms around the man. Peter didn't protest in the least. He was glad for the comfort.

"'s alright."

"Okay give me that." Thomas reached for the cigarette but Peter held it away out of his reach.

"Leave off my fags!" Peter bit out and then he leaned over so he could take another quick desperate drag in case Thomas didn't do what he asked.

"Fine, Mr Grumpy." Thomas sighed, and then he laid back so he could look up at the sky. A second later, Peter did the same thing, their heads leaned together so they were touching. "Your hair smells like cigarettes and strawberries." Thomas remarked.

"Anna made me use her shampoo because it's sparkly. And the cigarette part I did myself. It's the only thing that makes me less jittery. It's not every day you think your bathroom is falling down around you."

"Some people pay lots of money to have hallucinations like that." Thomas remarked.

"So let them have my brain tumor then! I don't really mean that." Peter moved so he was even closer to Thomas, which was sort of hard since there was hardly any space between them already. "It's all cloudy."

"Yeah." Thomas rolled his head sideways and he kissed Peter's hair. "It is glittery.."

Peter chuckled a bit and he nodded. "I think it's funny."

"You're a weird man."

"You like me that way. And I might remind you that you wore a mirror to David's wedding."

Thomas snorted. "I looked like I was wearing a space-suit!"

"A mix between a Vegas Showgirl and an astronaut."

Thomas raised his eyebrows and he glanced at Peter sideways. "How do you know about Vegas showgirls?!"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Peter said with a laugh and he took another drag. "Truthfully mostly nothing. But I've seen them on the telly."

"Ah."

Aly stuck her head out the window and she shook her head in amusement when she saw Thomas and Peter cuddling. "You two. I leave you alone for three seconds and look what you do...Peter are you smoking?!"

"No!" Peter sat up and put the cigarette out quickly, though he would have anyway. No smoking around Aly who was not only Aly, but pregnant. "I was...smoldering. Yeah. Side effect..." That made Aly laugh which made Peter know he wasn't in trouble. "Don't come out here, Beautiful, we'll come back in there." He said, knowing that sometimes Aly got dizzy and if she fell off the roof he was just going to take a flying leap along side her. He crawled back in through the window and Thomas followed immediately after. "Hey." Peter kissed Aly and she pulled away.

"Blech, you taste like ashes."

"Don't tell Robert you didn't like it, he'll be offended." Peter said and he kissed her forehead instead.

"Oh, Peter..."

"How are you two, by the way? And how is Liz? Are you two still tag-teaming him?" Peter wrapped his arms around his wife as Thomas fought with the window, trying to shut it. It was a bugger of a thing.

"We're getting there. No more tag-teaming. I know it's important that he leave so Thomas can too, but I can't help but think what he put you through." Aly sighed.

"Well burning all up isn't a walk in the park." Peter said as Thomas called the window a 'reluctant bitch excuse for a window'.

Aly nodded. "Maybe I should bring him something to drink and we can talk?"

"It might help. Thomas and I can watch the kids." Peter held his hand out for the baby monitor which Aly had in the pocket of her housecoat. She handed it to him and smiled.

"Angie's with everyone else, but Thomas is asleep."

"Okay, Honey. See you later." Peter kissed Aly again, but he kissed her cheek so she wouldn't be disgusted. When she left, Peter looked over at Thomas. "What are you doing."

"Fucker won't close!" Thomas pointed at it.

"You have to push in the thing." Peter pointed and then he stepped forward, pushed in a small metal button, and closed the window with ease. "See?"

"Fuckin' showoff." Thomas said with a grin.

"That's me. Now come on, I have to take a shower and brush my teeth so my son doesn't decide I smell wrong and hate me."

"Will you use that glitter shampoo?!"

"Aly bought me a bottle." Peter nodded. They had a weird relationship.

"Excellent."