I'm sure you got catastrophically drunk that evening
*attempts to prevent mouth twisting in distaste* *does not quite succeed*
*sighs and relaxes back against wall, prepared for a large amount of grumbling abuse aimed at his party* *traces circles on Peter's arm and begins to doze*
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Date: 2011-11-07 11:59 pm (UTC)Don't look at me like that. I'm not a journalist ready to ravage you for a hint of reportable emotion.*doesn't shift arm*
That doesn't mean it's not awful.
*sends text*
*resolutely looks away from Peter and up at screen*
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Date: 2011-11-08 12:08 am (UTC)*stares down at jack, dozing quite happily with his head in peter's lap, until the Iron Lady's familiar tones jerk his heard up to look at the screen*
Ah... the start of the home-straight.
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Date: 2011-11-08 12:14 am (UTC)*attempts to prevent mouth twisting in distaste*
*does not quite succeed*
*sighs and relaxes back against wall, prepared for a large amount of grumbling abuse aimed at his party*
*traces circles on Peter's arm and begins to doze*
(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-08 12:17 am (UTC)*Peter cradles it in two hands and wriggles slightly closer to George, as he watches the resignation play out with a small smile on his face*