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Feb. 27th, 2011 07:16 pmTaking Elizabeth out for lunch had been an attempt to get them both to relax a little.
Things have been tense around the house since Neal had gone into the hospital, and while Peter sincerely doubts it will go away until they have Neal back and are absolutely certain he isn't going to do anything, he'd been hoping it could get a little better, if just for an hour.
And while it hadn't exactly worked, it could have gone much worse, and Peter's ready to take what he can get.
But any help it might have done evaporates when Peter opens the door to find Neal on their couch, and he stops short a couple of steps into the house, his expression of confusion rapidly turning to frustration and worry.
He shouldn't be surprised. He knows he shouldn't, but he is anyway. He'd thought Neal was going to stay, like he said he would.
Things have been tense around the house since Neal had gone into the hospital, and while Peter sincerely doubts it will go away until they have Neal back and are absolutely certain he isn't going to do anything, he'd been hoping it could get a little better, if just for an hour.
And while it hadn't exactly worked, it could have gone much worse, and Peter's ready to take what he can get.
But any help it might have done evaporates when Peter opens the door to find Neal on their couch, and he stops short a couple of steps into the house, his expression of confusion rapidly turning to frustration and worry.
He shouldn't be surprised. He knows he shouldn't, but he is anyway. He'd thought Neal was going to stay, like he said he would.
