Peter writes quickly, but legibly. He's had a lot of practice taking notes and it pays off here. By the time he finishes, he's fighting tears as well, jaw tightening up. He puts the notebook and pen on the table, looking over at Dawn.

"Come here," he says, beckoning her closer. "We're going to pretend I can hold you while you cry so that I'm not entirely useless. I mean, beyond my fascinating ability to be a scribe."