Peter doesn't look terribly happy about it. Or maybe it's just the sudden migraine he seems to have. He looks tired, pale, and, well. Cranky. Hey, wait a second--
"All of us?" Dear God, please tell him she's not going to try to get Olivia living there too.
"Yes," Astrid answers. She hands Peter's clothing to October. "See if any of this fits."
"All of us that we can find. It'll be great. One big happy family." She marches back into the bedroom and picks up the Box That Must Never Ever Under Any Circumstances Be Opened That She Will Nevertheless Rifle Through At The First Opportunity Because FBI Training Never Really Dies. That box. It's handed to Peter. Then she stops. Taps a foot on the floor.
"Don't forget whatever's under the boards," she concludes.
October, for his part, looks a bit mystefied at the clothing. They're serious? They really want him to... He catches the look Astrid gives him. Oh.
Still, no-one expected him to strip off right there, did they?
Peter glares at Astrid, and everybody, and stomps off himself, back into the bedroom. The door clicks shut, but they can clearly hear the sound of loose floorboards scraping and clunking around soon afterwards. And approximately two minutes later, the door opens and Peter trundles back out with a messenger bag full of what sounds like glassware, can openers, and paperback books.
He doesn't relish the idea of Astrid pawing through his belongings, but clearly nothing he's stored here will be safe now. He'll have to find a new hiding place for his project.
October looks up from pulling his tie off. His shoes and jacket are already on the chair. There's a moment's blinking, then he picks up the entire bundle and makes his way to the bathroom. "Apologies," he murmurs.
Well. We're all spared the sight of Observerly man-lingerie.
Astrid, meanwhile, smiles sweetly at Peter as he storms out of the room. When he comes back, though, she looks a little contrite.
"There's room enough for you to have a space of your own," she says. "I just... I've missed you."
Peter looks down at his own feet, somehow not quite able to look Astrid in the eye after she said that. There's a bit of awkward silence, only punctuated by the faint sounds of October... doing whatever it is he's doing in there. Hopefully putting on clothes.
Peter doesn't laugh, exactly, so much as clear his throat in an embarrassed bark. He forgot about that shirt... not that he'll admit it was ever his. Ever.
"We should probably get moving." He's already heading to the door, not even bothering to see if the rest are following suit yet.
Astrid smiles anyway, and reaches into a pocket, producing a nondescript knitted winter hat in a dark greyish blue, which she then stretches onto October's head, pulling it down so that it covers his lack of eyebrows.
"Mhm! Now we can go." She picks up the muffins and the remaining sandwiches and shushes October out the door, and Donald after him. She does not, however, stick around to snoop, but follows right after them, instead. Admore her restraint. ADMIRE IT.
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"I was wondering if Peter would come myself."
Below the belt, Donald. Below the belt.
"All of us?" Dear God, please tell him she's not going to try to get Olivia living there too.
XDXD
"All of us that we can find. It'll be great. One big happy family." She marches back into the bedroom and picks up the Box That Must Never Ever Under Any Circumstances Be Opened That She Will Nevertheless Rifle Through At The First Opportunity Because FBI Training Never Really Dies. That box. It's handed to Peter. Then she stops. Taps a foot on the floor.
"Don't forget whatever's under the boards," she concludes.
October, for his part, looks a bit mystefied at the clothing. They're serious? They really want him to... He catches the look Astrid gives him. Oh.
Still, no-one expected him to strip off right there, did they?
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"October, you can change in the bathroom. I'd recommend privacy."
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He doesn't relish the idea of Astrid pawing through his belongings, but clearly nothing he's stored here will be safe now. He'll have to find a new hiding place for his project.
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Well. We're all spared the sight of Observerly man-lingerie.
Astrid, meanwhile, smiles sweetly at Peter as he storms out of the room. When he comes back, though, she looks a little contrite.
"There's room enough for you to have a space of your own," she says. "I just... I've missed you."
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And then the door opens and there's October clad in cargos and a hoodie and a t-shirt that reads "I feel violated... do it again."
Astrid looks over at him. And tries very hard not to laugh. Instead, she walks over to him and adjusts the hoodie.
"These are the only things that would fit," he says, sounding a little lost.
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"Tomorrow, we'll need to do some shopping."
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"We should probably get moving." He's already heading to the door, not even bothering to see if the rest are following suit yet.
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"Mhm! Now we can go." She picks up the muffins and the remaining sandwiches and shushes October out the door, and Donald after him. She does not, however, stick around to snoop, but follows right after them, instead. Admore her restraint. ADMIRE IT.
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Midlife crisis. He's old.
And following along with them, not speaking up unless someone else does.