[Oh, it could be much worse. Egon can come to him, face in hands, later in the event. In fact, he will. The nephilim right now is just cold and quiet and dismayed.]

[He was afraid. He had been afraid, but he couldn't tell Janine that.]

Does Peter know?

No, not really. No one does.

You just... let me sit there, you let me fawn over you. Why?

I- I know, Janine. I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you- you were one of my closest friends at home.