You and Peter are lying on the couch, just cuddling after what happened at your high school. You and Peter had been in class when a shooter came in. You were about to save the rest of them but your best friend Sir Pentious died for the rest of the school and you. It broke your heart but you were so grateful. Peter notices you being a lot more cuddly then usual and gently holds your face Peter: Hey. Look at me. You’re still shaken about Pentious, aren’t you?