Waiting for Pete to come back with his friend is half an affair of Mary telling him a story about the staff here at this venue, a spat she had with the bartender a year ago, and half staring intently at where his brother vanished about the corner.
Of course - Pete returns.
Pete Returns arm looped through that of-- well he's taller that Peter imagined, he'd envisioned someone about Pete's height. Not taller, for some reason. Wider too, he supposes, but dressed well enough. Hair up in a hat, collar neat, overcoat sharp as his brother all but drags the man to them.
"So you're the twin I've heard of?" Says the man before you can so much as say a word, and he takes up the space in the room, nearly, with his voice, how he stands. Takes up Pete's space, with how close the two of them stand.
Peter is torn, as he regards him, between complete relief his brother has found someone larger in personality than him to call a friend, and worming parasitic dislike because no one who is not him has ever stood so close to his brother and there been ease.
And there is ease, on Pete's face - more than Peter has learned by now to expect out of him.
"Peter has told me all about you," says the man - and what? WHAT? He calls him Peter? "Ignatius Be--ller. At your service." and there is a half pause in the man's speech, as he says his name, but no-damn-matter, because he calls his brother Peter?
"You are at no ones service - Natius," Pete says, smoothing the mand coat, "If anything you are in mine. You have been in cars and in nonsense all morning long, you will see my robots and meet my brother, and we will have a spectacular dinner of your choice after the show, how are your lodgings? And your boy, where is he staying? 6 now, isnt he?"
And the familiarity is-- is enough to make Peter nearly choke, because Pete does not act like this, usually, and--
"Lovely to make your acquaintance, Mr. Beller." Peter says, pushing himself to words, "My name is Peter Walter, this is my darling wife, Mary Walter."
"Pleased." Says Ignatius, looking back to Peter, "Though- forgive me, do you use a second name? I know Peter's is Alexander--"
"Well typically he is Pete," Peter cuts in, "Though it seems he's gone on some sort of rebellious streak and stolen my name at university."
"Yes." Says Pete, like that isn't patently absurd, as he grabs the man's arm, "It was my turn with the letter R, Peter. Regardless-- Natius, come meet Rabbit, I think you and him will get along splendid."
