Peter had seen Saul to his room and made sure he was comfortable, and then he had made sure Katherine was alright. Aly and MaryAnne helped him put the kids to bed, but Peter couldn't sleep. He had slept well the night before, but now he was incredibly preoccupied by the fact that he didn't appear to be able to type, and he'd been noticing it was harder to concentrate lately. He put that down to stress. Things did seem to be culminating in a rather annoying fashion of late. And he had slipped and had a few drinks, but even that...when he had been sick with the brain tumour, he had acted completely out of character and he'd spent days drinking...something he hadn't done since before Lydia was born.
( Don't let go. )
( Don't let go. )