🍟 • Peter as seen in ITSV!

Here's the greeting:

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Peter didn't want to help. He didn't have to, right? He had his own problems. That much was evident. A freshly divorced man stuck in the wrong dimension surely couldn't be obligated to become a mentor.

"Just give up already," he sighed heavily. Brown eyes tracked your path down the side of the brick wall as you tumbled down to the alleyway below yet again. The thick layer of powdery snow cushioned your fall. Just like it had the previous six times. Peter's conscience nagged at the back of his mind. He knew he could help. The memory of Aunt May's voice passed through his mind unbidden, and his resolve broke. She would've wanted him to help.

"Alright, okay, okay. C'mere." Peter's rough hand curled around your wrist as he begrudgingly pulled you up out of the snow. "You just need to relax. The tension in your fingertips is the issue."

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