"Because you're oh so complex and hard to read," Peter said, incredibly frustrated with the younger man. Sometimes, it was really hard to believe that Chris was four years younger than him. The man really didn't know how to let go of things. And, coming from Peter, that was saying a lot. He'd been through just as much shit as Chris had, but he hadn't let it turn him into an utter dick with no personality. No, that was Nathan's response to life. Okay, that wasn't entirely fair, but his brother had been a real jerk lately.
"Good," he said, and he knew it probably sounded like an inane response, but he really didn't care. What was he supposed to say to that. Good for you, knowing things? No, that would definitely be condescending...and probably something Chris would say, to be honest. What bothered him wasn't the sex, it was the way his alternate self and Chris's had somehow managed a friendship, where he and his own Chris could barely manage civility. Not that Chris was his. Okay, enough of that train of thought. His brain was seriously being weird today.
He ignored Chris, mainly because Chris wasn't his mother, and continued eating his cereal, telekenetically tossing his shirt into his room. And, okay, maybe he'd done it with a little more force than necessary, but he was annoyed with his roommate and his head was killing him. When had he thought this was a good idea? Oh right...it had been when his roommate had been really decidedly creepy. He missed those days. "I can see the chairs," he said. "Again, quit being so damn uptight. You aren't my mother and you don't need to act like it." He looked over at Chris, fighting the urge to toss an apple from the fruit bowl at his head, because that would be really immature. "Have you ever actually acted your age? I mean, you're what...four...five years younger than me? I mean, you can't be older than twenty-three."
"I did want to talk about what happened during...whatever was going on," he said, "but I'm beginning to think that's not the best idea." Considering you're being more of dick than usual...which has to be a real achievement. Oh shit. He'd just said that, hadn't he? He'd meant to just think it, but he had actually said it. Shit. He blamed the headache.