Pete had spent the past few minutes going through his closet and dresser, checking the tags on almost everything he owned to make sure they would work best for Kevin. It was a surprise to him just how much he had in the way of natural fabrics, and while that wouldn't normally have bothered him one bit, in this particular circumstance it was just making the situation more frustrating. Clothes were piled on the bed, on the floor, on the couch, one shirt even hung haphazardly off the flat-screen television. Finally he located two sets of clothes, consisting of one or two things he liked, but knew Kevin needed them a lot more than he did. Besides, despite being bright orange, the fleece sweatpants had a tie that would make it a lot easier for the much smaller guy to snake into them.
He knew Kevin had always had difficulties, though that was more than a bit of an understatement, but he couldn't even imagine how hard things were for him now, or how long the situation would last. It couldn't be forever, could it? Even though Kevin was obviously bigger, and angrier, it seemed, Pete still had a difficult time differentiating him from the eleven year old he'd known so many years before. If he needed help he was going to get it.
He left the mess as it was, sneaking out into the hallway, barefoot, making his way to Kevin's door. By the time he reached it he was in metal form, smiling a little sheepishly to the few people occupying the hallway as they stared at him, probably wondering if something was going on. Just a safety precaution, not that he was going to get into a conversation with anyone about it. In retrospect, he decided it probably would have been a better idea to knock on the door before he'd turned, but he had enough control to do it with the knuckle of one finger, paranoid enough to pull back so much he wasn't even sure Kevin could hear it.