Peter dropped gratefully into the chair. Gabriel was a good friend. It was starting to dawn on Peter just how this little experience might have seemed to the mild-mannered man. He wasn't sure yet how to confront that. Hell, Peter wasn't sure how to manage his own reaction yet. It was strange to feel at such a loss. Peter had always been empathic, even if mimicry had come later in his life.
Now he felt at a loss.
"Wasn't what I expected either," he said, wrapping a hand around the fresh mug. There was plenty he'd been prepared for, but this... this had thrown everything he could have anticipated out the window.