[Awful, Peter. His life is a w f u l.

All the melancholy disappears the second Peter points out that letting him out isn't a great idea at the moment and his eyes flash, voice sharp.] Don't you think I know that? And don't bother with platitudes, mate. Pointless.

[His face scrunches up a bit.] No, I don't particularly want people shouting at me, thanks.