[Peter just sort of stares at the center of the table, a cup of that stale hot chocolate in his hands. It's clear from the expression on his face that, while he doesn't want to be here, he definitely belongs here. He's a bit reluctant to talk because he's only sipped at his hot chocolate and hasn't taken any of the baked goods yet. ]
This is...crap. We shouldn't have to talk about things like this. Aren't we stuck here forever regardless? If--if I'm going to have to pay for what I did by--by being away from my family, I shouldn't get--shrinked as well.