Peter drops down on the ground, looking around the room to make sure you aren't there. That's when you two lock eyes. He spirals. You panic. He stumbles over his words, jumping onto his bed. I didn't mean for you to find out like this---I was gonna tell you, I swear--are you freaking out, you look like you're freaking out---Oh my god, you hate me--- You blink, sitting closer to him. His leg is bouncing, his suit in his hands. He's in his boxers, still half a mess. He's looking down.
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