FLUFF BREAK

[acautionarytale]

Astrid hadn't been kidding when she said this house had plenty of room. It's a big, sprawling, two-storey... thing on a corner in a residential district that's slowly putting itself back together. Sure the place looks a little worn on the outside....

...But on the inside she's managed to make it an actual home. The place used to belong to a Loyalist couple who, sadly, no longer need it. Astrid has, interestingly, made a habit of appropriating abandoned Loyalist property, mainly because the current provisional governmant considers them forfeit. First come first served, and it seems the Fringe team won't ever have to pay for anything again in this area. So she moved out all the Loyalist propaganda and managed to get in some real furniture and decor. It's a warm and inviting and roomy place that needs explored.

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[emotionisweakness]

And just like that, when he realizes Donald isn't letting this go anytime soon, the mask of civility drops. Peter's stare becomes positively icy, strangely devoid of emotion.

"You don't know what I know, September."

[tookhishand]

"Enlighten me, if you must. We're worried about you."

If Peter's trying to unnerve him... well, it's not close to working. It takes more than sounding like the people he used to work with. Not all Observers were bad.

[emotionisweakness]

He smiles thinly; his eyes just bore into Donald's. "That's just it. There is no 'must'. I don't have to tell you anything. And neither you nor Astrid have the right to poke around in my head. I don't need your help."

[tookhishand]

"Why not?" He may have been an Observer, but there was always a sort of kindness to him. He's not as good at cold angry looks.

"Do you want to become one of them?"

[emotionisweakness]

A bit of uncertainty flickers in Peter's eyes, so fast Donald could blink and miss it. "That's not going to happen," he says, his jaw set in a firm and defiant line.

[tookhishand]

"It's possible it will. I don't know one way or another. Is it something you want to gamble on?"

[emotionisweakness]

"You know," and Peter gets up, finally having had enough, "I never took you for an alarmist, Donald. Guess we've all changed a little."

And with that he starts heading back to the safety of his room slash cave. He leaves the sandwich behind; let the kitten deal with it.