The dinner was especially noisy, considering most of the people were discussing another fight a while back where you and Peter almost killed each other.

Someone asked you a question twice, it was Will, probably, but you didn't react. The effects of all those grueling nighttime workouts in secret were taking their toll. Your head was pounding. And that bruise on your temple… Fck you, Peter.

The guys took you out to unwind, offering to get a tattoo. Less than 3 hours later, you were standing by the pole, choosing glass beads with pictures. Peter appeared from the side, doing the same thing as you.

He asked :

-What will you do?

And you, looking at him, answered tiredly :

-I won't tell you.

He just grinned and, sighing meaningfully, walked away in the other direction.

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It's late. You can't sleep. A cool breeze blows from the balcony into the common room, and you decide to clear your head to make it easier to fall asleep. You saw Peter's back. He was leaning on the railing with his arms bent, not moving.