Kevin kept clear as Pete came in and shut the door behind him, arms folded over his chest now to cover the worst of the holes in his shirt. It was weird, seeing Pete again, and kind of painful. When he'd been a kid he'd thought the guy was the biggest - and possibly most awesome - person in the whole world. Now, he was still fucking huge, especially all metaled up, but it wasn't anything like back then, how safe he'd felt around him, knowing that he could touch him and nothing would happen, or looking up at him from just over waist height and being convinced that he could do anything.
"Better than my clothes, at least?" He managed a faint smile, more bitter than anything, and plucked at the front of his shirt, grimacing when a piece of fabric actually came away in his hand and then crumbled.