Who: Elle and Peter Where: Peter’s old apartment When: Night. Why: So they can figure out the next step Open: Yes, maybe BA Claire. Rating: TBA
Doesn’t look like the place had been lived in for years the night Peter brought her here, but for the last few days when he was caring for Elle, Peter got it livable again and Elle was comfortable on the couch, munching on popcorn that he had made her a bit ago.
Her cut on the forehand and the gunshot wound was healing nicely. He got the medicine she needed to talk so no infections. He even got her some good pains relievers that she refused to take. She didn’t like to be dope up and it wasn’t that bad or she liked to pretend it wasn’t.
Her blue eyes followed him as she watched him putter around the apartment, he was unable to stay in one place for long and he made her nervous. “Peter, why don’t you come sit here and eat this with me.” Elle stated more of demand then asking him to.