Pietro breezed to a stop among the group of everyone from the mansion as they were still collecting on the sidewalk, having made it to the town twenty minutes before everyone else and done a little shopping for himself. He was wearing a new coat, as he had neglected to bring one and it was getting a little nippy.
He spotted Sam and grinned to himself, determined then that he would probably start a good-natured competition, possibly a fight with the guy, like he had tried to do before. Though the lack of his sister being there was distressing.
He noted Jay, who was admittedly his favorite of the Guthries, not that anyone knew that, or would ever. He saw a lot of his own childhood in the sad kid and was sort of protective of him, in a weird way he preferred not to dissect.
He leaned on Jay's shoulder like he was a countertop, using his height. "Not a birdie today, pigeon?"