Peter turned slightly when he heard the door slide open. When he saw a glimpse of who it was, Peter turned back, staring back at the wall. He had nothing to say to anyone, he didn't have any apology, and he really didn't want someone to say sorry to him. The room was quiet, and tense as Peter tried to control his breathing after his fit of rage. Peter's features softened when he felt his hand being grabbed, but he still didn't say a word. He followed Nikki to the bed, and sat down, and when she embraced him, it took him a couple of seconds to wrap his arms around her too. He didn't expect a hug, and to be honest, he wouldn't have wanted one from anyone but Nikki. The feeling of her fingertips on his back, and her breath against his skin had him almost questioning why he was angry. Almost.

"How bad did they hurt you?" Peter asked quietly, the vision of Zero grasping her throat came in to his mind, he had a feeling the Spartois were a lot less sympathetic than the psychopathic bounty hunter out for money. He didn't let go of her as he asked it, God knows the next time he'll be able to be this close to Nikki. She did say she was planning on leaving after all.