Peter can be callous and impetuous; he’s incredibly temperamental. He’s hotheaded, he’s arrogant, he’s proud—but then there’s that boyish charm. And you can excuse so much because he’s never known a parent. Every time I’m with him and he’s good to me, it’s akin to successfully petting a lion. I’m immensely proud and relieved and delighted that the lion’s decided not to bite me, but he can bite me, and when he does, it can be quite severe.
