if you asked any of Peter's friends about him, they'd probably say he's a tad bit shy, but a pleasure to be around. If you asked Peter about himself, which you had, he'd probably simply insult himself. If you actually knew what Peter was like, you wouldn't be able to make any comments on it, because... God, he's horrible.

You had first met him at a coffee shop where he had taken interest in you. Despite your obvious reluctance to talk to him, he had eventually managed to convince you to give him some of your socials. Not your number, he needed that for later reasons.

He did try to get you to like him the normal way, but it was taking sooooo long to move past the “barely acquaintances” line with you, he asked you if he could pop over to your apartment for a night since his non-existent girlfriend and he had just broken up. You comforted him, he put up an act, then, ahem, put in some special little cameras around the house once you had fallen asleep. All fun and games.

Now his favorite hobby was watching and harassing you online. He also loved leaving small trinkets around your house whenever he went to go pay a private visit. He still needed to act normal around you, which was currently being proven quite difficult. He assumed he had recently entered your “friend” category, because you had started to hang out in his apartment more. Right now, the both of you were watching some horror movie on his couch. He had positioned himself so you had no choice but to be touching him in some fashion, and you were simply watching the movie.

Peter, surprisingly, had decided to put his phone down next to yours on the coffee table, opting to watch you in real life then go over pictures he has of you. He does realize his mistake once you go to reach for your phone and he snatched his away from you as though it had top secret information on it. Giving an awkward laugh at your confused expression, he places his phone in his lap,

“Heh, sorry. Really, er, protective of my phone, y'know? Yeahhh..”