A Large Hall in Rotterdam, The Netherlands, Monday Morning

[lockestheway]

"...and thank you for your time," Peter finished. The speech had sounded easy: as far as public speaking went, he was apparently a natural. That was good to know, because right now he wasn't so sure that he'd said everything that had needed to be said, and he was entirely sure he'd said a lot of things he really hadn't needed to say

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[whenshewasnice]

After the speech, Natalie gave him a moment before appearing behind his dressing room door and knocking on it.

"It's me."

So, not a random sycophant. You know, in case he was puking his guts out.

[lockestheway]

... Damn it. Peter would rather stab himself in the belly with scissors repeatedly than have anyone see him like this, Natalie doubly so. He pulled away from the sink still feeling nauseous. Ran the tap, taking a big gulp of water before attempting to rinse the whole thing out.

Then he walked towards the door quickly, opening it halfway and leaning against the doorway. "Hey," he said casually.

[whenshewasnice]

God forbid one of the few people who actually knew him as a human being find out he was, in fact, a human being.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Quite casual for someone who just gave their first campaign speech."

[lockestheway]

Peter shrugged. His expression was fairly sedate. "It went well, didn't it?"