[ Considering where he was last October — barely constituting as a functioning human being, still prone to literally forgetting that he lived in this house (or that she lived in this house)..... losing his mind at the slightest sound, and generally so out of it that he honestly barely remembers last October at all, Peter's doing pretty well.
....Of course, that might change, depending on what this particular October has in store for them. The only constant is, apparently, that it'll be bad — but if there's anyone he should face the countdown with, it's Henry. Housemate status aside, she's something of a veteran when it comes to October kicking in.
He sits on the opposite end of the sofa, dressed for battle in a comfortable nylon jacket (water resistant, not waterproof, but.... it should still help against potential... waves of blood) and jeans with the knees ripped out of them. He figures if there's a possibility his clothes might get ruined with whatever the fuck's going to happen tonight, might as well have some jeans that are already torn on. It seemed like a smart idea, okay...... He's.... trying. ]
Noooot yet. [ He glances up from where he'd been mindlessly watching whatever's on the television without really seeing it. His nerves are definitely present, but he's.... not freaking out. (Noooot yet.) The household has expanded a bit since last year, too — Rex is in one of the bathrooms, securely holed up where hopefully it's safe. And they both know who Paimon is now, making him something of an official housemate, albeit a creepy demonic one. ]
How you holding up? [ His eyes catch the movement of her necklace-fiddling, watching the item in silence. It's weird-looking, kind of creepy, but if Henry trusts it, so does he. That's the way it goes now. ]
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....Of course, that might change, depending on what this particular October has in store for them. The only constant is, apparently, that it'll be bad — but if there's anyone he should face the countdown with, it's Henry. Housemate status aside, she's something of a veteran when it comes to October kicking in.
He sits on the opposite end of the sofa, dressed for battle in a comfortable nylon jacket (water resistant, not waterproof, but.... it should still help against potential... waves of blood) and jeans with the knees ripped out of them. He figures if there's a possibility his clothes might get ruined with whatever the fuck's going to happen tonight, might as well have some jeans that are already torn on. It seemed like a smart idea, okay...... He's.... trying. ]
Noooot yet. [ He glances up from where he'd been mindlessly watching whatever's on the television without really seeing it. His nerves are definitely present, but he's.... not freaking out. (Noooot yet.) The household has expanded a bit since last year, too — Rex is in one of the bathrooms, securely holed up where hopefully it's safe. And they both know who Paimon is now, making him something of an official housemate, albeit a creepy demonic one. ]
How you holding up? [ His eyes catch the movement of her necklace-fiddling, watching the item in silence. It's weird-looking, kind of creepy, but if Henry trusts it, so does he. That's the way it goes now. ]