it doesn't take a genius to see that while peter has been missing, he has also been getting himself laid. susan is torn between wanting to beat him to death and trying to avoid bursting into tears at awkward moments.
"did you have fun?" she asks coldly. "was she pretty? did she bat her eyes and flip her hair and drink some kind of fruity cocktail with an umbrella stuck in it?"
peter turns around from the stove, where he's frowning at the omelet he's making. "it wasn't a she," he says, and that doesn't make any sense whatsoever, at least until it does.
susan doesn't actually realize she's slapped peter until he flinches back, the mark of her hand red on his face. "oh, go to hell, you bastard," she spits, and storms out.
"susan!" peter yells after her, and she slams the door in his face.
it's probably not all that rational that she's mad at him, because it's not like they're married or engaged or even dating -- they're not boyfriend and girlfriend, they're brother and sister. and if peter wants to go screwing around with whoever he wants, that's his business. she just hadn't expected it to be a man and for some reason that hurts more than if it had been another woman. she hadn't thought -- she hadn't ever been given any reason to think that peter might --
he opens the door behind her, carefully. "susan?" he says, sounding uncertain.
"i can't talk to you right now," susan says. "i'm mad at you."
Re: 2/2
it doesn't take a genius to see that while peter has been missing, he has also been getting himself laid. susan is torn between wanting to beat him to death and trying to avoid bursting into tears at awkward moments.
"did you have fun?" she asks coldly. "was she pretty? did she bat her eyes and flip her hair and drink some kind of fruity cocktail with an umbrella stuck in it?"
peter turns around from the stove, where he's frowning at the omelet he's making. "it wasn't a she," he says, and that doesn't make any sense whatsoever, at least until it does.
susan doesn't actually realize she's slapped peter until he flinches back, the mark of her hand red on his face. "oh, go to hell, you bastard," she spits, and storms out.
"susan!" peter yells after her, and she slams the door in his face.
it's probably not all that rational that she's mad at him, because it's not like they're married or engaged or even dating -- they're not boyfriend and girlfriend, they're brother and sister. and if peter wants to go screwing around with whoever he wants, that's his business. she just hadn't expected it to be a man and for some reason that hurts more than if it had been another woman. she hadn't thought -- she hadn't ever been given any reason to think that peter might --
he opens the door behind her, carefully. "susan?" he says, sounding uncertain.
"i can't talk to you right now," susan says. "i'm mad at you."
"okay," peter says. "i'm not going anywhere."