The whole serial killer thing was really harshing Pete's buzz. This was, of course, an expression; he'd just gotten off of work, after all, and he didn't approve of drinking on the job. Rather, Pete's overall life buzz was getting sapped every day that went by without a solution to the whole mess. How unfunny to have death tinge a place that was meant for life.
Offering his apartment to North was the least he could do. She'd been the one to find the first victim, a mutual acquaintance of Pete's, and now that she'd been kicked out of Lita's place he didn't much like the thought of her just sleeping wherever she could. It didn't exactly seem safe, especially when you didn't know who you could trust. Pete trusted himself, though, and he trusted North, so he was happy to have her as a roommate. He was pretty sure she wasn't gonna off him or herself any time soon.
"It's right here," he said, pulling it out of his pocket with a grin. It'd been carefully folded out of one of his scratch pad papers, forged in the waiting period between seeing two heavily pregnant women. Pete cocked an eyebrow over at her, grinning. "Only if I get to call you North bro in response. Can we also have Thing 1 and Thing 2 shirts?"