Peter was curled up in a chair, as much as someone that lanky could manage. Reading in a corner, a random popular novel that he'd pulled off the shelf of new books, and looking surprisingly young. And tired - his eyes had passed from puffy to sunken sometime in the last week.
But it was a public place, which meant it was mostly safe, and it was a decent drive from northwest D.C., which meant he might manage an hour's respite before going back to take care of the girls.
Something was buzzing at the edges of his consciousness, but he was too tired to recognize what it was.