Peter was having a pretty tough time reading this situation, which was rare for him. It was hard to tell where this other patient was coming from. He was so nervous, so uncertain about everything he said, like he was reevaluating each word that came out of his mouth. Peter did his best to focus on his shower while still carrying on the conversation, though he had to admit he was more concerned with this other patient than his own hygiene at the moment.

Invisible monsters. That didn't really fit into anything that he'd seen and the wounds didn't match up with the snarling claws and teeth that were the norm here. Peter also hadn't seen anyone else with scratches quite like that, and he almost had to wonder if self-harm was involved.

"This sort of thing happens, you know." But did it, really?

"Well," he said after a pause, "did you need help dealing with these monsters?" Peter figured it was best to take it as a real threat for now, seeing how most people who saw things (or didn't, in this case) in this place weren't imagining it. "I don't know how much I can do, but it doesn't seem like the sort of thing you should handle alone," he continued as he started to work some shampoo into his hair. Peter didn't know if the man had other friends who were looking out for him, but there was nothing wrong with offering another hand.