Honestly

Peter is a writer not a fighter, he's a lover not a hater, he doesn't sleep, he rests, hes a man with morals, and those morals never get him anywhere, he ends up looking through a narrow window wishing he could fly. He looks up at the sky (frequently) his vision has changed, the sun has a cooler glow, and the moon shines brighter. The wind tastes sweeter and the pores on his skin are more open, so the air is cooler. He put his love in the hands of Cupid and he lets that dirty pig do all the work for him.