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[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to be cooking bacon and eggs for an army.]

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[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He smiles briefly in thanks, but is taking a drink of his coffee a second later. Coffee which he almost laughs into, if Peter actually laughed. ] My mom would probably agree with you.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

I'm jealous, my mom doesn't say nearly as nice things about me. [He pouts a little, resting his cheek on his hand]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Aww, he didn't... mean to make the guy pout. He gives in and sets his coffee cup down, trying to offer a crookedly comforting smile. ] That's about the only nice thing I can get out of my mom.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[Duffy laughs, nodding.] I know exactly what you mean. Are you a sucker for your mom too? I swear I don't know how she gets in my head like she does.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Taking another short sip of his coffee, he nods. ] Always have been. Even after all her lies, she's still my mom... I don't know how they do it.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[He laughs again, briefly.] We definitely have that in common. I can't even remember how many times I've bailed her out. [He holds out his hand for Peter to shake across the table.]

I'm Duffy.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Peter. Nice to meet you. [ He smiles again before reaching across and shaking Duffy's hand. ] My brother was the same way, though. Sort of ran in the family.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[He flushes a little, tilting his head as he pulls his arm back. He heard that 'was.']

He was like you or your mom?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter's still trying to get used to the 'was' which makes him extra oblivious to the flushing. ]

Like my mom. And he was my dad's favorite.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[Duff isn't very good at ignoring the obvious.]

...I'm sorry. I can tell you two were close.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter forces out something that could barely be described as a smile. ]

Thanks... Yeah, we were. I miss him.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

How long?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Couple months. [ but considering the whole ~wall~ thing, it still feels like it's been years. ]