"I -" Peter stammered a little. "No, um, it's fine, just..." He shrugged and gave up trying to hide, rubbing the inside of the elbow anxiously. Since he could no longer wrong his hands, this habit was gradually becoming a new semi-comfort. "It's just new," he said finally, not quite able to meet those knowing eyes. They seemed to look right through him. "And ugly," he added , with more of a self pitying tone to his voice. "I feel sick when I look at it. I can't imagine what it does to other people."