He felt like the worlds biggest ass. What was he even thinking about being here, and, and -- this was insane! It was a mistake; he could only make things worse by...doing whatever the hell he was going to do, surely. How could a cup of coffee even come close to making anything right between them, or less awkward?

Peter cursed underneath his breath, and stood his ground. This was just -- he was starting to hate himself. So much.

"Uh. It's fine. Iiii--," he cut himself off, and looked down at his feet. What was he doing? "--I just need a second to clear my head before I sit down, yeah?"