[ Peter offers a humorless little smile in return, standing in place of a verbal agreement. ]

Should’ve seen this coming. [ Flatly, with an edge of irritation. ] Should’ve known those bastards were bound to catch up with me.

[ he brings up a hand to scrub at his face, but he frowns at the dried blood stuck to his skin and thinks better of it, letting his hand drop back to his lap. He tries to scrape it off with his nails ]

Can’t imagine this was the kinda day you had planned.