Peter fumes. Who is Gabriel -- for that matter, who is Lucy -- to decide he can't make his own decisions? He's a grown man, for fuck's sake.

I really don't. "I'm not sure," he snaps. I never wanted it; it was more trouble than it was worth. "I'm afraid of trying, oohhh, fuck off! Both of you, just fuck off!"

And now he really will storm away.