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Peter just stood there as Dexter started talking to him, blinking to bring himself back into reality when she mentioned the bag. "What? Oh, no, I just...it's just a lot. That I paid for, I didn't loot anything." He nervously cleared his throat and thanked her as he stepped into her place, rubbing at the back of his neck as she shut the door. He took another step forward so that she could get past him, thankful that he didn't step, or worse trip on the animal that was running around his feet.

His eyes scanned her apartment, taking in the small details, listening to the noises that it made. Well, not that it was making noise, but there were definetly living creatures there that were making...noise. Not a lot of noise, but he was just so used to his own very quiet place. It was just different. But it was a good different...and somehow, the animals made him feel just a little more comfortable about being there, because he wasn't technically alone with her. "Are you? I mean, not that you shouldn't be, but I just haven't really given you a reason to be glad to see me yet, since we've only seen eachother once before. Or, well, we've only talked once before, so..." Oh, he needed to shut up. He looked at the floor before he moved into the kitchen, gesturing to a counter. "Do you want me to just put this down here? Or is there somewhere else I should put it, just, you know, let me know."