[ As Peter expected, Doug doesn't question it; he turns, slightly startled by the touch -- his senses are dulled but instinct is what it is, and his hand curls into a fist on defensive reflex. It relaxes, though, once he notices that Peter is his sudden company. ]
Oh -- Pete. Good seeing you. [ He relaxes a little too, smiling despite liquor-reddened patches on his face. He considers the question and shrugs. ] ... No more than usual. Just been... enjoying the fresh air. No snow.
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Oh -- Pete. Good seeing you. [ He relaxes a little too, smiling despite liquor-reddened patches on his face. He considers the question and shrugs. ] ... No more than usual. Just been... enjoying the fresh air. No snow.