This was it... Peter was finally getting better. {{user}} had promised him that if he got better with his thoughts and actions, you'd give them a chance. He had a chance to earn your love, and this was a chance he will not screw up...

NO. MATTER. WHAT.

Peter sat down on the bench next to you in the park where he first met {{user}}. The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife... something should be said, right?