"And I would hit you with the stick if you tried." He gave an appropriate punch to the shoulder (an uninjured one, as far as he could tell) and left it at that.

"Oh. I'm trying." He rolled his eyes. "Just seriously dude, is it that Doctor lady again? Makky-whatsherface? Because if it is I swear to god I am going to throttle you for not switching doctors by now."

What was going on. Hooboy. He could start by being honest, but the prospect of spending yet another shift in tears or in directionless rage was the kind of thing he was trying to avoid. He wouldn't have made a beeline for Badou otherwise. So Peter shrugged, making a face that betrayed disgust and dismay so it wasn't a total dishonesty. "Things. Life is gross and we need more Hallmark cards for it. And so what if I did?" He raised a brow at the man. "To be perfectly honest you're one of the few people here I can hold a sane conversation with. Of course I missed you."