"If I need someone to tell me when I'm freaking out, you'll be the last person I ask." Where did Peter get off? He didn't know him. Yeah, sure, maybe he tended to be a little uptight. All in good reasons. Most of his adult life involved fighting his brother, loosing the woman he loved, and dealing with sisters that wouldn't listen and tended to do things their own way, screwing the consequences. Sure he'd come from the same genetic pool as they did and had those same tendencies, but that didn't mean he liked to but head with those tendencies when things needed to get done. Just because he obviously didn't like Peter and hadn't wanted the responsibility of him as a charge, or anyone as a charge for that matter, didn't mean he was uptight. It just meant he was tired of being needed and being responsible, and that he just wanted a break. Oh, and that he was cautious.
As Peter continued to talk, Chris gave him a look that clearly said to shut up he wasn't helping matters in making Chris not think that Peter was a complete and utter moron. "I know it doesn't." And he did. He wasn't the one who had sex with any version of Peter. Chris wondered where along there aquaintance did Peter believe that something not making Peter change his mind about being his charge was a good thing. Just because female him had been fine with it, didn'tt mean that he was. For someone who seemed to be able to seperate the meaning of the sex between their versions, he was having difficulties seperating everything else. However, for some reason, Chris just didn'tt comment on it.
Finding a pants and a shirt, Chris removed Peter's and walked into the kitchen with it folded. "Here." Was all he said, before placing on the counter closest to Peter. He gave Peter a pointed look and didn't say anything. Oh, Chris could be a slob like the best of them, when he had to be. However, this version of him had been raised by Piper Halliwell for fourteen years and he'd been her whitelighter for a year as an adult. No where was sitting on the counter alright in his mind, "The chairs are over there." Chris said, sardonically. Even turning slightly to gesture towards said chairs before turning back to grab himself a bowl. "Use them."
Pouring himself some cereal, Chris walked over to said chairs and sat. He wouldn't have had a problem of leaning against the counter. But hey. There was a point to make. As he sat, taking a bite, they were in silence and Chris watched Peter for a moment. His mind flitting towards starting with a neutral topic, despite himself, he was sort of concerned about Peter's headache. Was it an after affect? Nevertheless, he went the direct approach. Which he was wont to do when he felt he was being pressed. "So?" He asked, a strange mixture of hostility and nonchalance that only Christopher Perry Halliwell could pull of with style. "What did you want to talk about?" In Chris' mind Peter had said what needed to be said. It was their alter-selves and not the who'd had sex. So long as Peter didn't start feeling what his alter self had, Chris-despite what was thought of him-could handle not freaking out.