He was there just when Edmund had said, and he caught Lucy's eye right away. Her face lit up and she was waving, bouncing in her seat happily. He looked at Edmund who looked notably upset; and when he looked to Edmund's left; he knew why.
Susan was sitting there, perfectly made up and poised. He hated her. He loved her. He hated how he loved her, how she had hurt him; how she had hurt all of them. He sighed, realizing that there was no use in trying to act like he didn't love her anymore. He did. More than anyone should ever love someone. Gathering his courage, he walked over to the table. He was tackled by Lucy, smothering him with kisses and hugs and 'I miss yous'. He grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her up in a tight hug before setting her in her seat. She's so light, he thought sadly. He and Ed shared a smile and a handshake as he sat, an uncomfortable silence settling. Susan didn't speak, she didn't even glance at him. Her eyes were rivited on the menu, her eyes scanning the list over and over. Peter could see easily she wasn't actually reading, she wasn't actually doing anything but looking at it from top to bottom and seeing nothing.
"Susan…aren't you going to say hello?" Lucy chirped, looking euphoric. Susan didn't look up, she didn't blink.
"Peter," she said, her voice cold and clipped.
"Su," he said gently. How long had it been? Months, really. He wondered if she was still with that boy he'd spent a night in jail with- the one he'd beaten to a bloody pulp for daring to slap his sister. He wondered if she still drank a little too much and slept a little too little and smoked the way he did. He could see the way the corner of lipstick was smudged just a bit, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and wipe it away. She must've had tea at home beforre she came, that's usually how her lipstick smudged that way. Lucy launched into a story of how she had gone to the cinema and saw a fantastic movie and on and on until she simply ran out of things to say. Her voice fluttered and fluctuated, as if she was constantly fighting tears and Peter reached out and took her hand, stroking the back gently.

Edmund finally spoke up, cutting through all the small talk.

"How bad is the new medication?" he asked. He knew he had lost weight; it was noticeable in his face more than anywhere. Edmund stared him down, his expression sharp and demanding. Don't lie to me, his eyes spoke, Don't you dare lie to me.
"I feel like a fucking guinea pig," he said quietly, "I don't even dream anymore." Edmund frowned deeply at this, shaking his head. He knew Edmund knew how he felt; when they first put him on medication claiming he was hyperactive, he couldn't do a damn thing that wasn't some sort of schoolwork or reading. He couldn't even watch tv really, he'd just sit and stare; so intensely focused. Edmund hated it, and luckily they decided he wasn't actually hyperactive; he was just angry. Peter was glad that Ed had enough sense to pretend that Narnia didn't exist in front of the adults. He didn't think his brother could take what was happening to him. Hell, he didn't want him to have to.
"Why don't you just lie to them?" Edmund demanded, "That's what I did and they haven't done more than put me in therapy for my "anger" issues. Once you get there, they generally are more than happy to slap a stamp of cured on you and send you on your way," he said disgustedly. He knew that the way he looked now bothered Edmund deeply. He had always seen his brother as some sort of giant; a knight who could just keep taking blow after blow and still be firm and surefooted. He gave him an apologetic look, and Edmund looked away, glaring at a crack in the floor.
"It's okay Peter," Lucy said, patting his hand, "Aslan would forgive you for lying."

It was at that, Susan exploded.
"See, this is precisely why Mum asked me to come along," she said sharply, "She knew this would happen. She knew this would come up!"
"Susan," Edmund said, his tone warning. Peter was taken aback, it was just a few short years ago that he had used the same tone on Edmund. He looked at his brother again, amazed at how he'd grown. He wasn't as thin anymore, he was taller. His face had matured, still sweet and rather pretty, but his features became more angular. His voice was deeper, it carried more authority. He held himself as a man would, he spoke like a man would. He was proud of his brother. Susan glared at Edmund before turning to Peter, pushing a perfectly manicured finger in his chest.
"This is you fault!" she hissed, but she lost the venom after shoving her finger in his chest. Her eyes went panicked, and she let out a small gasp.
"Peter, how much weight have you lost?" she asked. Her resisted the urge to laugh in her face cruelly, to hurt her the way she had hurt him.
"Since when?" he asked, "Since I last saw you? That was about…what, 4 months ago? About 40 pounds." She looked startled, her mouth snapping shut as Edmund and Lucy lectured him. He smiled at them shaking his head, how could they understand. Of course they could- but he didn't want to remind them. Let them fuss a bit- it was better than keeping them in the dark, as usual.

Eventually, it was time for Ed and Lu to go home, and with tearful hugs, even from edmund, he and Lucy departed hand in hand. He turned to Susan, who was still standing there, looking as though she were fit to cry.
"Peter…" she began, biting her lip, "Why don't we go back to my place?" she asked, "We…we need to talk."