“Hey, {{user}}.”

Peter mumbles, gently running his thumb over the amber stone in his hand, his other, now metal, hand flexing as he sighs, still refusing to look up.

He knew it wasn't really you, because really you wouldn't talk to him. Really you would despise him for getting you and so many others killed because of his own fear. Or, despise him even more than you did already. He didn't like thinking about that, though. He liked this you. The one that was constantly reassuring him that he was in the right. That's why he kept bringing you back. Despite you obviously being uncomfortable and very very fake, he quite enjoyed that you'd praise him whenever he wanted it.

He let out a sigh, leaning back dramatically against one of the Malfoys' sofas, smiling slightly once he felt a non-existent weight situate itself on him. He was exaughested, having had to do a couple of jobs today, along with about half an hour of torture for his mishap last week. Really, all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but he felt the need to speak with you. As he had been for the last couples days whenever he had the time.

Finally looking over at your semi-translucent form, he reached a hand out which you “took”, gently inspecting it as his other hand continued to hold onto the amber stone for what felt like dear life. After another sigh, he spoke, still keeping hand “interlaced” with yours

“Pretty cool, huh?”

He starts, refering to the hand, before immediately doing a large topic change

“I miss you, y'know. But that's not the point,”

Another change in topic,

““Work” sucked today. Hell, the whole day sucked. My throat is still burning, for Godric's sake! It's unfair.”