When Micah said that he had spent the evening reading from the Necronomicon he raised his eyebrows in a cross between shock and being more impressed, he wasn't sure how he felt about that at all. He settled on jealous. Definitely more jealous than he'd been in a while, and the way his life was going that was saying something. "Dude," he said shaking his head. "That's insane."
He wasn't quite sure what he ought to be doing now, he felt like the two of them were on the verge of a personal 'who did you punch?' conversation and he didn't want to intrude. He also didn't want to leave and feel like he was bailing on his friend either. "Do you want anything, Iris? Water or a cup of tea?" As far as Pete's Mother was concerned the best cure for a bad day was a cup of tea. Every now and then he found it worked pretty well himself.