Peter made his way through the house to where he'd heard Nyx's voice calling out to him, the little droid beeping at him as he went, clearly trying to convey something but Peter didn't speak droid, he had a hard enough time with Davey Jones to keep up with something like this. So he just kept up a steady stream of uh huhs and yeahs as he went until he knocked at the door before letting himself in to find Nyx on the floor.
"Hey man," He greeted him, seeing Nyx there with a box that seemed to be holding his attention pretty well for the moment.
It wasn't exactly comforting sort of thing to see, you know a good natured kind of guy looking like he was holding the world in his hands like that. "I wanted to check on you." He confessed, honesty always the best policy wasn't it? "After that post the other day I thought maybe you could use a little company." And Peter lowered himself down to the floor with a low groan and definitely not with creaking knees.
"And to tell you the truth I needed a break from the house, we've got one last sick one in town and I've been doing my best to make sure she's good - but you know sometimes you gotta get out." He grinned a little - Peter could talk plenty when he wanted to, and in this moment he had a feeling he was going to be doing the majority of the talking. "And I brought booze."