There's a couple of people swimming but not in a way where they seem likely to ruin Peter's homework, and otherwise the place seems mostly empty. Probably people are some combination of still hungover from the party or busy with their own stuff. The way it's overcast and threatening to rain can't help.

Well, overcast and threatening to rain isn't a problem in Peter's opinion. He'll be under this parasol and it'll be fine.

Now, what even is his homework? It's Intro to C.S. so it'll be something basic, probably.

Boring, is what it is. Peter knows how to program. This is easy. Why are they even making him write this stuff by hand.

Ughhhhhhhh.

What's the pooooinnnnnnnntttttttt.

Class is faaaaaaaake.

But fine. Fine. He'll do it. He'll buckle down and do it, it's not a lot of stuff to do anyway, and then he'll be done with it. Hyup.

It's raining, now, though not very hard. There's no one in the pool anymore, though one of his brothers did decide to join Peter in doing homework. Also, Peter's kind of cold, now, from doing his homework in his Speedos in this temperature, even if he's not himself in the rain.

...okay he doesn't know how or why it happened this time but he has to say that maybe the timeskip thing isn't all bad. His homework is done, and he knows what it contains in a kind of vague way, and that's honestly a much more legit use of his time than actually doing his homework.

But re. being cold, there are two kinds of people: the people who would go inside to warm up, and the people who would jump into the pool and swim some laps to warm up. It is possible that Peter is the only person of the latter kind. That's fine by him, anyway; he's got the pool all to himself. He goes to his cubicle to leave his homework there and then he dives in.

Peter is correct about this. No one seems particularly inclined to join him.

Okay, this? This is good. This is really, really good. Objectively speaking, this is probably the first time in his life he's actually swum proper laps, but it feels so familiar and so, so good. The burn in his lungs and in his muscles, the stretch of his spine, the water gliding past him on his skin, this makes all of the stuff he's freaked out about feel small and distant, the problem of some other Peter than the Peter who's in the water right now. He didn't bring his swimming cap and goggles when he came downstairs from his room so his hair is going to get all dry later and his eyes are stinging but he doesn't care, he doesn't need to care.

The timeskip thing doesn't happen again, or at least it doesn't feel like it. Admittedly the meditative mind state he gets in while swimming isn't entirely unlike a timeskip, but he thinks he's able to tell the difference. After about fifty minutes of this, tracked very loosely, he decides he's done and should come back to the real world. He finishes his current set, decides on a cool down set, and then when he's done with that one he stops at the end of the pool and pulls himself up to a seat on its edge.

It's not raining anymore, but it is pretty damn cold, and it's past 10PM. A couple of his brothers are sitting outside in warmer jackets drinking beers and shooting the breeze, and he can hear conversation coming from inside the house proper.

You know, this swimming was in fact exactly what he needed, he does feel a lot more able to deal with people, now. He's, like, probably not really gonna because it's getting late, but he can at least go get some very late dinner, which he definitely needs, he's starving after all that swimming.

He didn't have the foresight to bring a towel downstairs with him, so he just shakes himself like a dog and goes into the dining room through the back entrance.

It's toasty warm inside, and he can smell cookies.

Who's baking on a Monday. He supposes the Heckings were baking on a Monday. Is this them again or someone else.

Someone else!

Huh. Cool. But he doesn't want cookies, he wants something a bit more substantive, like a sandwich or something.

...or... wait...

What if... he goes into the kitchen and he... decides that he'll make himself a chicken burger... and then focuses on how boring that'd—

Peter now has a chicken burger. He also seems to be in a conversation with Manuel and Rua about how their respective days went.

Okay this is hax. This is such hax. He can just skip the boring parts of his life. That even causes him to socialize with people!

Now, admittedly, the summary of the conversation he has the memory of being in the middle of is probably... totally and completely accurate as to the sum total of its contents... which is depressing... but, hey, he's got a burger, now. And Manu's been flirting with him. And neither of them brought up the thing where he sucked his roommate off in front of a window earlier today. And neither did Peter himself.

Do they even remember.

"Hey, out of curiosity, did anything unusual happen today?"

"Unusual how?"

"You know, involving me, maybe? Like by the pool. With Doyoon. In our room, very visibly to everyone through the window. There were cheers? No? No bites? Okay, never mind."

Bro what the fuck.

He withdraws from the conversation after that, eats his burger in record time, then excuses himself to go back to his room.

Is Doyoon there?

He is! He's lying in bed in his boxers, reading a book.

"Hi," he says, looking up and putting his book aside when he sees Peter.

"Hi quick Q you remember what we did earlier today when you got back from class right?"