Joshua shook his head as he began to doze off, "I ate more than enough of my trail mix, and peanuts before I got on this plane." He yawned loudly before he really conked out, "I'll. . ." He was fast asleep, although he had so much to tell his brother, and just talk to him about, he was too exhausted to say anything. Well, he did move here, so he'd have time to talk to him about everything that had happened since he had been gone.
Peter let a little chuckle under his breath. Josh had a lot to learn about this place. He didn't blame him for resting while he had the chance.
When Josh was woken back up, the rain had eased.
"We're here." Peter commented, readjusting the hat on his head and leaving the car.
Joshua was still a bit groggy from just waking up, he adjusted the baseball cap he had been wearing, which on the ride to Peter's place slipped over his eyes. "Oh, okay, give me a minute." He stretched a bit in the car before getting out, it felt hot and muggy, but not anything that he wasn't used to. Grabbing his backpack off the car floor he locked the car and followed Peter in, "So is this your new place? I like it." He said while trying to stifle a yawn.
"Been." Peter answered. He'd always been a man of few words, not one to linger very long on a conversation if it didn't need it.
His house appeared built half-into the earth. Logically it was for insulation purposes, against the heat, but most importantly, against hellish winters. A small set of concrete steps led down to the front door.
Joshua nodded, "It seems nice and cozy," he said as he followed Peter into the house, "I guess I'll need to start looking for a place like this if I decide to stay." He set his backpack down near the front door and gawked around, "Woah, I didn't think that your place was this big, I mean wow."
Peter set his keys on an old table by the door. "It only feels big because it's open. Your bedroom's over there—" he gestured, "There's a leak, I have a bucket under it. Make yourself at home."
It smelled rustic, an odd mixture of drying herbs, mildew, bread yeast and wood. The floor was a poorly varnished wood and light grey walls.
Joshua shook his head, his brother never was one to just take a compliment, "Okay, that's fine, if you'd like I could see what I could do to help with that." It would be a challenge, and he was sure that he could do at least something. "So, how have you been? How have you been holding up lately? I know things must be tough." He hoped he wasn't overstepping a line, and that his brother would get upset with him for asking.
He twisted a knob and the air conditioning kicked up. "Fine." Was his curt answer. Peter never liked people to worry over him, especially people he was meant to protect, even if it meant protecting them from Peter's own problems. "Fine as I can be,"
Joshua inwardly groaned, he didn't want to push it, but he sort of felt like he needed to, "Peter, I'm asking not because I'm trying to bother you or something, I'm asking because I just want to maybe help you feel better? You know, talking things through can help with closure." He stopped thinking about what he had said, "Erm, or maybe I'll leave you alone, if you'd like."
Peter let out a long sigh. "Well, you know." He replied faintly. "I lost my partner. I'm doing better than I used to. But, Faye was my better half. She deserved better," his eyes wandered to the kitchen table.
"I know, you know, mom and dad were really wanting to stay longer after the funeral, but money was tight at the moment. They really couldn't have stayed longer than when they did." Joshua followed Peter's gaze, 'Look, I'll let you be for a bit if you'd like, I have to make a few phone calls to let people know that I'm all right and that I made it here somewhat alive." He joked his cheerful smile returning.
"Yeah." He sighed again, "You go do that." Peter moved towards the fridge to make himself something to eat.
(?)
(he's letting Josh go call whoever he needs to)
(Oof, my internet sucks today. All I saw was an empty post)
"Okay, thanks." Joshua headed towards the front door, grabbing his backpack. Slinging it over his shoulder he headed towards his room. He left the door slightly open and then moved towards the bed. It was a nice room, actually a little bit bigger than the room that he had in his apartment. Pulling out his phone he dialed the number of his parents. I guess you could say he was very close to his family, as he waited for them to pick up he quietly drummed his fingers on his legs.