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[askedtobe]

Nathan! Wait-- shit!

[ Even with Peter's voice in the background, everything is black for a few moments before he pulls his NV out of his pocket, accidentally swiping blood across the lens with his fingers, turning everything a lovely shade of red. Because Peter never posts on the network if he isn't covered in blood.

He's crouched out in the baseball field and he stands a moment later, obviously massively concerned as he looks around. A second later, his NV's being ignored as he lifts his other hand, a bolt of crackling blue electricity shooting out into the darkness as Peter's attentions turn to frying a particularly lame Darkness monster. A few moments later everything goes quiet and Peter finally looks back down to acknowledge his NV, taking a second to wipe it off.

... and, to everyone who knows him well enough, he looks like he's had a rather radical hair-cut. ]

I've been here before, right? Awhile ago, I was just-- Can someone tell me what day it is?

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[askedtobe]

It's been a bad six months.

[ If only Peter could talk to him more... ]

[paterelohim]

That sounds like the understatement of the century. You need a beer, man?

[If only Sam Winchester had talked to anyone in the past... forever.]

[askedtobe]

[ The sad thing is that this is only the beginning of Peter's life getting difficult. ]

I need more than a few beers, but think I could take you up on that another night?

[paterelohim]

Sounds good to me.

[askedtobe]

Give you a call?

[paterelohim]

Sure. You know where to find me, man.

Welcome back.

[askedtobe]

Thanks, I appreciate it.