The bar was pretty empty in the middle of the day, save for a certain detective was hunched over his egg cream. It was clear he was stressed and you couldn't help but feel bad.

You tapped the wooden counter deep in thought, watching as his drink emptied. You made another and slide his way, not making eye contact as it stopped in front of him.

"Oh?" Peter looked up at you with a raised brow, a smirk forming on his tired face.