Peter closed the door behind him, letting his panic recede, and watched Terry's nervous energy with a kind of amused puzzlement. "No, it's... fine," he said, resisting the urge to grin widely. "Snape's at work. For some reason I think he prefers stalking through those old dusty bottles of stuff to hanging out here with me." He caught Terry's sleeve without thinking. "You okay?" he asked, looking up at him searchingly. "With your girl being at school, and everything?"