John bristled when he caught sight and scent of him, a sneer forming on his lips, a growl in his throat. It was a miracle, honestly, that he didn't throw himself at Peter and make him pay for what he had done to him, whether it had been his fault or not, and the only thing that stopped him was Lydia in between them. He glanced to her, his eyes threatening a shift to darkness, something dangerous in them in spite of his walls and the fact that he managed to hold off a change, and then back to Peter.
Peter kept his distance when he approached, though he hadn't seen the look in John's eyes, not quite able to meet them. "I got him to drink the tea. He's upstairs."
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Date: 2010-11-14 12:14 am (UTC)Peter kept his distance when he approached, though he hadn't seen the look in John's eyes, not quite able to meet them. "I got him to drink the tea. He's upstairs."