It was easy to show her the way. Peter walked ahead, hand holding hers tightly, though he paused at the doorless entrance to the kitchen. His weight had settled on his injured foot and he could feel a line of tension making its way through him. He looked inside for a moment, saw the shattered glass and some of the blood that had gotten out before he had really realized what was happening, and shuffled away quickly. He didn't want Robin to see that.

"Kinda messy," he mumbled instead. Whether he was talking about the kitchen or his bedroom was unclear. His bedroom wasn't any kind of paragon of cleanliness, but most of the dirty clothes were in the hamper and nothing gave of the smell of dead things, so it was probably a step above plenty of other bachelor pads. His bed was tucked away in the corner, nothing special aside from one of the sheets being filled with childish stars and moons and didn't match the rest of the carefully faceless bedding at all. "This is it. Nothing fancy. Don't usually bring girls here..."