"It might work in time," Peter nodded, "thought the mouth scorpions just make me want a drink at the moment. Even though it is the drink's fault. Addiction sucks."
Deirdre turned towards him and started patting his hair, which Peter actually looked rapt with. "That's messed up. We'll look after your family as long as you need, Peter. Of course we will. But what about you?"
"Just- Be with me. That's all I want. I want to know it's okay to laugh with my friends and talk during dinner and show emotion. Which is what you all already do. I love you all so much."