"You're young, why are you living like this?" I questioned Peter. We were sat at the dining table once I realized that I needed some answers from the kid if Foggy ever caught wind of this.
At least that was the lie I told myself in order to keep talking to him longer.
Peter sighed, "That's the million dollar question isn't?" A few long seconds passed, "Well, I didn't want to. But it's much better than feeling y'know? Anything was better than feeling, still is."
Peter tapped his mug, "A break up?" I guessed and then immediately regretted asking because of the sound of his breathing stopping.
"I wish it was. I recently got disowned from the only family member I had. All my stuff is with her and I can't go back. But the drugs help," Peter bit his teeth, "I should get goin' took enough of your 'morn from you."
"Why did you get kicked out? How old are you?" I inquired, not able to stop myself. Peter bit his bottom lip and sighed.
It was quiet before he breathed back out again, "Why so much questions? You a cop or somethin'?"
"Lawyer." I responded and immediately cursed myself.
Peter quickly stood up, "Right well, I guess that's my cue to leave then. Can't have someone like a lawyer get in my business."
"Why can't you stay? If you got kicked out, you can stay until you get a job and a place to live in." I found myself saying, as Peter opened the door.
"I'm good. Besides, you seem like you already have a lot on your plate." The door closed and Peter's footsteps sounded, getting farther and father away.
I stayed at the dining table before getting up as well to clean up after Peter. I have a feeling that he'll be around.
Waiting Game; Banks
