"There were other things on my mind," was his quick answer, an understatement to say the least, but Peter wasn't fond of sharing ninety-nine percent of what went on inside his head. Secrets and Peter Hale had been together since he was old enough to convincingly lie and they served him well all these years. No matter what people said about him (and not all of it entirely untrue), not many people could tell where his motivations lay for certain and fewer saw the betrayal until it was too late. Did that mean that people were always dumb enough to trust him? No, but they were smart enough to know when they needed him and his vast knowledge and skills always made him necessary, even when he was the last person they wanted.
Peter crossed his arms over his chest, closing off his body language. "It wasn't." He couldn't say with any confidence that he knew what face he was making exactly, but he felt like he was closer to having an aneurysm than he was to vomiting. There was still a nagging ache at the back of his head that was going to go away with time, but it would aggravate him most likely for the rest of the day.
"I've been better, but I'll be fine." Considering the wide range of 'worse' he'd actually been, including burned alive (twice) and killed, a little headache and some sensory overload were not the things he would complain about. Of course, there was something he could complain about. "I'm only upset about the coffee."