[He chuckled and watched the kid inhale the food. God he loved Peters! Steve got the kid a drink and set it on the coffee table, going back to the stove to cook up some sandwiches. In no time he brought over a steaming plate and another two glasses of water, settling on the couch next to Peter again.

Steve pushed the plate toward boy and sat back with a sandwich of his own, grinning.]


Eat as much as you want, I can always make more. I've gotten into the habit of keeping supplies on hand. You're not the only teen to come visiting.