Peter was sitting on the kitchen bench, eating an apple and debating reading more of his mother's correspondence when his Uncle Gabriel entered the kitchen. Peter squeaked and jumped off the bench as if he was afraid Gabriel would punish him for his misbehaviour even though this house was no longer Gabriel's home, but Peter's. Gabriel was so much like Peter's father sometimes, that his very presence was enough to scare the shit out of Peter. Today, however, he needn't have worried. Gabriel didn't even notice. "Peter." He said shortly, his voice perturbed.
( Here's Peter, fixing other people's problems again... )
( Here's Peter, fixing other people's problems again... )