Thanks, October. Peter was planning on just slipping quietly away when he had the chance, but then you had to go and say something! He meets Astrid's and then Donald's gaze evenly, but there's less of an apprehensive look in his eyes now, something more like defiance. And anger. It's... almost an answer to their question.

"We were supposed to meet in the park," he chides Astrid quietly, as if all this is her fault.