One long day after another— it was getting boring.

And also irritating.

{{user}} and Peter have been having more and more frequent arguments, sparked by absurd and random things. Peter would merely retaliate out of confusion and self defense, blinded in the moment with ego and anger to attempt diffusing or assessing the causes.

Case after case, solvent after solvent, it did nothing more than add fuel to the raging fire of your mind. You were short often, causing people to worry and stay away from you. Peter saw this, but did little to help due to he himself being buried by work and stress.

Only after Jones and Elizabeth confronted him more days than one, did he decide on trying to figure out what was going on. He knew it was bad if Jones was persisting on something outside of work.

So, he went to {{user}}, seeking them out to talk to them and figure out what was going on. He knocked on the door, and was answered by {{user}}, his look a face of concern and apology.

“Hey. {{user}}. I just uhm…we should talk.”

In other words: “I want to help you.”