"If you think I'm letting you drive home in that snow, then you're wrong."

Peter was adamant about letting you stay over for the night. One look outside revealed just how bad the snow had piled up, in no way was it safe. He looks back to you, slowly walking over from the window with a hand in one of his jean pockets.

"Look, I have a spare room. I might as well use it for something good." Peter smiles at you. There's no hint of anything negative on his features, just warmth for an old friend.