Peter was less confident in his relationships, but then, that was kind of the whole point. He felt better even since their little chat on the journals, because he'd said exactly what was on his mind.
He pretended to play the guitar anyway, despite the absence of the strings, and bobbed his head slightly as if to a beat. Then he started to laugh and set it aside, reaching for his drink. "Well, the thing is, I haven't been able to figure out how thick or thin they're supposed to be, or what kind of metal they're made from-- or if they're even metal. So I've just been kind of playing around, seeing what works. So far, nothing works. Maybe you can help me with it later?"
It wasn't even that he wanted a guitar terribly badly, although it would be cool to get to play one. It was more that the guitar kind of had his part of the conversation for him; it represented what he'd been doing. He was going to talk about that with Sirius more too, probably, but Sirius had said he needed Peter. To nudge them in that direction, Peter said, "Are you working on anything right now?"