Who: Peter and Elizabeth Burke What: Peter needs some comfort and advice When: 4 August 2011 Where: NYC Rating: PG13 Status: In progress/closed.
Peter came home from work and he looked like shit. Slowly, he went through the motions of being Peter Burke. Hang up the jacket. Leave the shoes at the door. Drop the briefcase on the desk. Wander into the kitchen and make sure there is enough beer to leave him drunk all weekend, barring emergencies. Check.
"Hon?"
He listened, but he didn't hear anything. If El was home, she was being very quiet. Which suddenly made him want to be quiet and not want to disturb her. Wandering back into the living room, he reached up and undid his tie, tossing it on the table. Next came the sleeves, rolling them up to the elbows. The collar was next, unbuttoning the first two buttons. He needed to go change into jeans and a shirt, but he honestly couldn't be bothered right now.
Plopping on the sofa, he turned on the telly and took a long swig from his beer. Even ESPN didn't seem to cheer him up. That's when he knew he had a real problem. El would know what to do, but a part of him didn't even want to confide in her. She'd be mad he didn't trust Neal. He'd get yelled at. And to be fair, he deserved it. He'd been a total asshole. As usual. He really needed to stop assuming Neal was always the bad guy. Not if he was going to be in a semi-quasi relationship with the man.