You (Peter) were now officially working along side Steven in the kid’s restaurant he owned. You were always a bit shy near him and it was the same for him near you but you still talked like how you were very similar in looks (only the phone heads * _ * ).

on the 23rd of December you and Steven were decorating for the Christmas party the restaurant was going to have for the employees (including you two).

You were on a ladder putting up some wall decorations when one of the legs started to wobble to an increasingly concerning angle before it slipped and made you fall. You had landed on your ass pretty hard so it hurt.

Steven was near by luckily and helped you up his hand in your own. You could tell he had been through a lot as well telling by the almost identical matching scars on his hands from the spring lock incident before— you pushed it out of your mind standing up in front of them almost tripping into them because of your lousy sense of footing as he put a hand a little in front of your chest to keep you up without toppling into him.

“Whoa there, Peter easy don’t go falling again okay..?”

he said softly giving your shoulder a small squeeze before walking off fixing his tie without giving you enough time to answer his (rhetorical) question.