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Truthfully, it's quite like Peter's woken up with a hangover. He's in his bed and he's surrounded by this horrid smell of manliness that he associates with Dickie and Freddie and it's all over him. Two showers later and Peter fancies that he can still smell it. He does know one thing however: he's absolutely buggered everything up.
He arrives at Lionel's door with a vase filled with wildflowers and sheets of music and he knocks softly, anticipating as many door slams as can exist in the world. "Lionel?" he murmurs softly. "Bello, are you in there?"
He arrives at Lionel's door with a vase filled with wildflowers and sheets of music and he knocks softly, anticipating as many door slams as can exist in the world. "Lionel?" he murmurs softly. "Bello, are you in there?"