We're going to party, karambo, fiesta, forever

[spideyguy]

Peter is so unfailingly bad at this sort of thing. Seriously, the first and last person he was involved with was Gwen, and she, somehow through the graces of God, adored his brand of terrible awkwardness. It's been - well, frankly, it's been a while, and he's not even sure how the other night happened, it just kind of did. Peter doesn't even have the excuse of being drunk because he can't get drunk.

Not that he's looking for an excuse, because if he was being honest, he liked Scott. Not to make it weird, or too emotionally heavy, but he'd always been a kind of a lonely person, especially after Gwen came and went. Now he knew what he was missing (and the fact that he blamed himself a lot for Gwen's death was Not Healthy). So when the other night happened - well, he wouldn't have let it if he didn't want it to.

So here he is, on Scott's doorstep with pie and shitty flowers because he is a human disaster. At least the pie survived? Why did his flowers attempts never work? Literally, every mother's day...maybe he should consider buying them somewhere else.

Peter hesitates a second before knocking, already panicking a little. Is he dressed too casually? No one has ever cooked for him before, should he have brought something else?