"I think I read once that the chance for survival drops sixty percent after the first forty-eight hours."
Her hazel eyes were filled with apologies when Peter looked up to her. She had no idea what she was doing, it wasn’t as though she were qualified for this. She just rummaged through the bag, pulling out some containers and flinching when she heard sirens that were obviously streets away. This neighbourhood was rough, she knew that much but it was safe for now and that was all she needed.
"Needs a cut doesn’t it? I like it short like yours but my lady likes it a little longer for," Peter paused, making a funny face as he thought that elicited a giggle from the boy, clearly excited to hear whatever his next word was while Peter tried not to scandalise him. "Reasons!"
The boy laughed again, a little louder which left a joyous grin on Peter’s face as he watched him eat with the ferocity of a wolf that hadn’t seen food in weeks.
It made his heart hurt just a little bit.
Peter once swapped a bag of dust with sugar and sold it to a junkie to see if a sugar rush could be on par with a dust high.
He called it science.
Peter’s always been a hopeless animal lover; dogs, cats, hamsters, snakes, everything and anything that he can get his hands on to play with. It’s to the point where he flat out refuses to unnecessarily kill one — spiders and insects included.
Never being allowed a pet of his own at home, Peter used to disappear for full days to London Zoo and stayed there until Jake brought him home.