Peter had goen for a walk. When he didn't have lunch with his wife, or his wife and his employer (which had been the way things had been going until the recent incidents happened and Helena just had lunch with him a couple of days in a row and which Peter admitted was so much better than the awkward threesome lunches) he went for walks. He went to clear his head, to get out of the building since he worked in the same building he lived in and the lack of daylight and fresh air was starting to make him look pale and unhealthy. Either that or the lack of sleep and working to hard were taking it's toll, but Peter never wanted to admit that. He did love to work.
He took a walk to the nearest park, and on his way back passed a street vendor who was selling holiday candy and Peter could not resist the urge to buy his wife a box of white chocolate pepermint bark, one of her favorite holiday treats. He had the vendor wrap it in holiday paper, ribbon and all, and he whisteled as he walked back to the building the box of candy under his arm.
As he approached he saw a young man he'd only seen briefly sitting out on the front stoop smoking a cigarette. He recalled that he'd only seen him in the hallway perhaps once maybe twice. He looked...drawn and shallow as if he too did not get out much. He smiled and said, "Hey, how's it going?" as he started up past him on the stairs to the front doors.