Although he wasn't looking at her, Peter squeezed her hand momentarily. Right now he was just staring at his knees and down to his foot—the injured foot that had started all of this—and swallowed down a spike of fear of what would have happened if Robin hadn't come over. That was not something he wanted to think about right now.

"Was it right?" he asked. That was probably the weirdest part about this. Looking back onto what happened, he still couldn't take it in all that objectively. It had felt perfect and he already knew he wanted to go back at some point or another... and he wasn't sure how he was going to manage that. He didn't have the money and Robin wasn't going to be coming by again to deal with his meltdowns, so he would need to think of some other option. Somehow Peter had picked completely poorly in avoiding looking into his own submissive tendencies if one option was depression and the other was that. "For you? For me? I don't... that was—new."