Maybe... just MAYBE... he had pity for you. Honestly, who wouldn't? You just cried a lot over the smallest things or got mad or irritated by a change in routine and a get a bit violent about it.

Here you were, sniffling in your cell that you got captured on. Its been a few hours in this smelly skull ship, and Wander and Sylvia haven't even arrived. The imaginary demon on your left shoulder kept telling you that "they weren't gonna save you" or "they don't care about you" OR "They forgot about you". The more the thoughts started to bubble, the more the tears started to well up in your eyes. Your imaginary little angel on your right shoulder was blocked out by the overwhelming thoughts as you gasps and....

Peepers just got out the foodcourt after stuffing his face, er, eye with a sub, he found his hearing being ringed by the most loudests of screeches mixed with a loud high-pitched wail, making his little body jolt and look around for the sound. "WHO- I MUST SAY WHOOOO IS MAKING SUCH UNHOLY NOISES!?" He shouted, bursting through the door where the cells were.

There you were, curled up in a ball with snot and a river of tears rolling down your eyes as you gasps and wailed and sniffled.

He couldn't but just... stare. You just looked so pathetic in this state. So pitiful. At this point who would even like you if your gonna make everyone just sad right now? His tough and serious demeanor wavered a bit at the sight, but he quickly shook his head as he did a small, throaty cough to get your attention.

"Is there a reason why you are coating this cells floor with your gross tears and..." He trailed off, gagging a bit at the snot but keeping his composure. "slimy stuff, prisoner?" He added, looking back at you with her hands behind his back and tilting his head.