"You kind of are," Peter said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "But then...your default setting seems to be uptight and freaking out." What? It was true. He'd never seen this Chris relax and just calm down about things. The girl version, at least, had known how to have fun. Which was probably why the brain damaged version of him had liked her. "Look...them having sex doesn't make you any less heterosexual...or whatever." Damn it. He wasn't a therapist. Someone else would be better at this than he was. He brought his hand up to the side of his head. This whole situation was just giving him a headache. "I'm just saying...you don't need to freak out and this doesn't need to affect us at all...I mean...it's not like I'm going to quit being your charge because of one horribly awkward moment brought on by a foray into alternate realities."
"Good," Peter said. "You should probably go put on something first." Of course, Chris said basically the same thing at the same time. "Yeah. I'll meet you in the kitchen." Because he was at least getting cereal for this conversation. He watched Chris orb out of the room, wondering why the other man had taken the time to steal one of his shirts if he was just going to orb to his room for clothes anyway. He shook his head, deciding not to try and contemplate rational logic when it came to Chris.
Not that Chris wearing his shirt was a bad thing...not that it was a good thing either. He groaned in frustration, deciding that maybe he'd gone crazy. Because he was now thinking about how Chris hadn't looked bad naked...and coming to the rather disturbing realization that most of the things he'd liked about female Chris were traits male Chris possessed. And that was quite enough of that train of thought. Because good qualities aside, Chris was an uptight jerk. And he should really just go get some cereal before he contemplated this any more. He went into the kitchen, pouring a bowl of Frosted Flakes and adding milk, sitting on the counter and eating them. There. That was better.