The ghoul that the pair had hunted down had been tricky, but in the end Peter and Ward pulled through. It was sort of in the job description. He had noticed the cold demeanor in his co-worker and fellow hunter, but Peter pushed it aside. There were plenty of things being said about the man on the boards, some behind filters, others decidedly not. But so far, Peter had no issues with him, personally. He didn't agree with what he'd done to Loki, but that was a situation he would not touch with a ten foot pole. Too many opinions flying around and no one needed that kind of thing.
Peter had taken the hunt only in part due to the "needed to be done" aspect of it all. Mostly, he'd just wanted to avoid thinking about the fact that one of the new arrivals looked identical to his dead girlfriend, save the fact her hair was red instead of blonde. Facetwins were usually a non-issue for him, he'd even had one for awhile once and he didn't really mind it. But this was different. This was Gwen. Or, rather, it distinctly wasn't, and he really wasn't sure what was worse. So, he decided to avoid the thoughts, throw himself entirely into this hunt, and it had been fine.
They were close enough to Lawrence that, even though it was just after five, the two decided they had some time for a beer before heading back. Peter may have technically been too young to be drinking, but that didn't stop him from ducking into the bar with Ward and having a beer anyway. "To a successfully completed hunt," he offered, raising his beer in Ward's general direction before taking a sip.