"Oh, believe me, I know," Peter said with a laugh. Then he gave her a more serious expression. "You heard about Barbas being here, right? It was just rough on Chris. All the work to vanquish him...and other things...it's complicated." He wasn't about too tell her about how he shot himself in the head.
"Wow...it's really nice to meet you," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry...I sort of see his as the regular reality and yours as the...uh...diet reality? Because I know him." He grinned. "Alright then, Mellie...anything but Prudence sounds good to me too." He started getting together sandwich materials when she asked, and he froze for a second. What should he say? What would Chris want him to say? Oh lord. "I...Chris and I...I'm his..." Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck.