This is the flat tire incident all over again, isn’t it?” Peter cringed inwardly, remembering it. “Pretty much, yeah.” He felt a hand on his head, combing through his hair. “If I remind you that you’re allowed to be imperfect, will that help?” “Probably not.” “Do you want to hear it anyway?” “Sure, why not.” “You’re allowed to be imperfect. Anybody who expects perfection secretly likes being disappointed in people. You’re good enough exactly the way you are. Everything else is a lie.”
