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.