Sometimes, Peter forgets to see Luke and Reid as fellow humans. To Peter, they're both Godsends, delivered to a strange place to exist in utter happiness. They're role models, really, and it's obvious that Peter feels that way. To see them touch each other unabashedly and play house, it's like a glimpse into a life Peter wanted and never thought could exist. Here, watching them be unsure about takeout and if their guests are satisfied... His grin is uncontainable.

"It's perfect," Peter assures them, and he means it. Magnus is being fabulous over near Alec and the coffee, Jason is gorging himself on food and laughing like it's easy for him again, and Peter is embraced in warmth by the presence of his hosts. He wants to curl up between them like a puppy and snooze after he eats way too much turkey. His heart is as fit to burst as he hopes his stomach will be soon."I'm so thankful for you two. I know I say it a lot but I just... can't stress how much I mean it. I love you both so much." He flushes, afraid that he's being overly effusive, but the truth is that there are no words for what they mean to him and in such a short time.

"If you like the dish, I'll have to invite you over and make you both dinner." He smiles. Peter loves to cook as much as he loves this little life that's built up around him in Darrow.