"No," Peter said with an easy smile, "I'm not Chris. Good eye. Uh...no, I don't think he's avoiding you. He just ran to the store about fifteen minutes ago. Is there a reason he'd be avoiding you?" He realized he was leaving her standing in the hallway and looked sheepish. "Sorry...come on in. You can wait in the living room, and I'll make some tea...or coffee...or something. We have juice in the fridge...and water...in the sink. No milk...hence the store run."
He looked around awkwardly for a second. "I'm just...going to go put a shirt on," he said. "I'm Peter, by the way."