"No, you didn't," he promised her, even if it felt a little like she had, if only to Peter, who felt most of the time like an animal trapped inside a cage that just kept getting smaller and smaller.

"You didn't. But, um. Some of that stuff is kind of tangled up with things that are... hard to talk about," he admitted, offering her a lopsided smile as he reached out and handed her the ketchup, since it was closer to his side of the table.

"What! No, no. I just... I thought maybe it bothered you."