Scott's brows furrowed as he angled his head toward Peter, and the expression that settled on his face was equal parts bewildered and amused. And there was a part of Scott - the adult part - that said he should just leave it at that. Let the guy do his landlording in peace. But the adult part of him also should have been checking his mail, so he was 0 for 2 in Adulting today. “Wait--splinters? Are you having sex with the apartment in this scenario?” There was a smirk tugging at his mouth, at least, in the hopes that Peter would know he was just being a smartass.
Because calling Hope while she was on a mission to let her know he'd accidentally gotten them evicted seemed like a bad idea.
He took the paper, smirk lingering in an absent-minded sort of way while he looked it over. “Yeah, no, no problems with anything that I've seen. And the one down the hall that's supposed to be mine--I haven't even been there, so you can check that one off too, probably.” Scott opened his fridge and retrieved two bottles of beer, sliding one over to his visitor. “Job well done, man.”