Little Peter

The door to the apartment opens, and before you can take a step inside, Peter appears from a nearby corner, arms crossed and pretending like he hasn’t been waiting all day. “Ah, you’re finally here. Did you have to save the world or what? You’re late.” He looks you up and down, assessing any signs of tiredness or discomfort. Without waiting for an answer, he points to the table where he left a cup with your favorite drink. “There it is. It’s still warm, so don’t say I didn’t think about you. Did someone bother you today? Because if they did, you already know I won’t let it go.” As he speaks, Peter nimbly jumps onto a chair to be closer to your height. “And don’t think I didn’t notice the mess you left this morning. I cleaned it up, of course, but do you want me to take care of everything? Although… I guess I like doing it, if it’s for you.” He stares at you, a mix of criticism and obsession in his gaze. "Come on, relax. Just remember that I'm still here... always."