Peter needed to keep himself occupied. Work helped--it definitely helped, but it was the after-work time that had become quite difficult recently. He shuffled from room to room--which wasn't far given the size of his flat--but he felt as though he was drifting. He'd picked up three different books and each one had held his attention for minutes, an hour at the most, and then he felt alone with his thoughts.
Peter hadn't really known Neville, not outside of his connection to Mandy. They'd talked a few times, and Peter thought he'd been a decent, good bloke, but most of his assessment came from how much Mandy loved him. Now Peter felt as though he was grieving--possibly for Mandy. She was much too young to be suffering so much. But Peter had never known life to be exactly fair.
He dropped off a chart on the second floor and that's when he noticed Hestia leaning against the wall. Peter walked over and stood beside her. "Long day?" he asked.