She worried about him too. Worried that he was going to turn into the Peter from her dreams. That he'd hate her and want to attack her. Lydia didn't want to believe that could ever happen, but who knew what was going to happen. Now that she'd brought him back from the dead, he'd quickly vacated her mind. It was better, but still something new was happening.
Grabbing her things, she went to the restaurant, trying not to feel nervous. "Hey," she greeted with a small smile. "How are you?"