Peter was unhappy, no he was pissed. He was like a nervous ball of energy that had nowhere to go. He hated that his leg was broken, and he couldn't run. He needed to run like most needed air to breathe. He wasn't content like this at all.

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he rested on his crutch. He also knew that he needed to talk to Erik, but he didn't know how to force the words out of his throat. He stubbled his way towards the garden, the greenery always made him think more clearly.