Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

It had taken a lot for Peter to reach out to David. Peter loved David. David was one of his best friends and his brother-in-law and Peter hated that he hadn't noticed that David was suffering so much that he would cheat on his wife. But Peter was someone who had been cheated on in every relationship he had ever had, though Aly hadn't actually known that was what she was doing at the time, so he didn't necessarily count it. Peter hated cheating. He saw no excuse for it, but then the world was never black and white. Peter didn't believe it ever was. And so he shoved his own feelings about betrayal far away, and he reached out. Because David needed a friend right now and while Aly was no doubt showing him love, she was always better at being the 'bad cop' and she was probably kicking his arse all over his house at the same time.

( Sort of like old times, except no one ends up dead... )

Peter had seen Saul to his room and made sure he was comfortable, and then he had made sure Katherine was alright. Aly and MaryAnne helped him put the kids to bed, but Peter couldn't sleep. He had slept well the night before, but now he was incredibly preoccupied by the fact that he didn't appear to be able to type, and he'd been noticing it was harder to concentrate lately. He put that down to stress. Things did seem to be culminating in a rather annoying fashion of late. And he had slipped and had a few drinks, but even that...when he had been sick with the brain tumour, he had acted completely out of character and he'd spent days drinking...something he hadn't done since before Lydia was born.

( Don't let go. )

When Thomas found Peter in his home, Peter was in the middle of nursing one of the worst headaches he had ever had in his life. Thomas found him on the sofa, curled up in a little ball of woe, with a hand on either side of his head. He let out a little moan, and Thomas raised his eyebrows. "Not the nicest reception I've ever gotten, but it's better than vomiting."

( Grief )

"It's my birthday tomorrow." Peter informed Thomas vis a vis of nothing. Thomas looked up from Peter's Latin text that theorised on the origins of angels and he raised his eyebrows.

( Plans )

The absolute first thing Peter had done upon returning to London, was visit his family. He hugged and kissed his children and his wife, and he sat down with them while Abby made sure he was okay physically. You could have house calls when you owned a hospital and your friend was a doctor. Peter was beyond relieved to be home and he wanted to curl up with Aly and go to sleep, but there was someone else he needed to visit too.

( Ditto )

By the time Peter had returned home from Carlisle, he was absolutely wrecked. Identifying bodies was, quite possibly, his least favourite thing to do. And, unfortunately, it seemed to be something he ended up doing quite often. Life just wasn't funny that way.

( Life to Save Life )

Thomas knew he was welcome in the Kemp House at any time, so he let himself in to find Peter in the living room. The man was lying on his stomach on a playmat propped up on one elbow, with one of his hands on Baby Lauren's belly. And the tiny girl was, miraculously, not crying. In fact, it looked like she was sleeping. Thomas raised his eyebrows and he looked down at Peter. "Are you...casting a spell or something?"

( Dear God, I don't understand my feelings for Brother Littleton... )