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[schrodingerscatalyst]

[Have a man who smiles tightly, with no real warmth behind it. Like a courier who's come with some horrible news.]

Hi. I'm Peter Bishop and let's just get this out of the way: yes, for all intents and purposes I am Walter Bishop's son. Please try not to hold that against me. Oh-- and if he gets into any trouble, let me know. [He thinks for a second, head dipped down slightly] Actually, make that when he gets into any trouble.

Anyway, I've got some experience with the FBI so the Resort's decided to bring me on as an investigator. Try not to hold that against me either. I'm not here to bust anybody's chops. Just want to make sure the wrong tech doesn't fall into the wrong hands. So if you need any help, uh. [And like that, he's lost momentum. How do you end these things.]

I'll be around.

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[because_its_cool]

Peter!

[Overjoyed Walter is very overjoyed.]

I didn't think you wanted to come along. So you changed your mind! It'll be good for you, taking some time away and putting that mind of yours to work.

Where's Olivia? I assume you two have some catching up to do, all things considered.

[There's that Look, the one Walter gets on his face when he's talking about birth control methods and sexual positions best left in the Kama Sutra.]

[schrodingerscatalyst]

[He's about to say he has no idea what Walter's talking about, that he might still be a little pissed at his would-be father but he's not sure he'd be pissed enough to let him go to another planet unaccompanied... but the mention of Olivia is like a sock to the gut. It obliterates all other concerns for the moment.]

I don't think she really wants to see me right now, Walter.