If Peter was honest with himself- and let's be honest with ourselves too, for a moment- he didn't expect to be missed. Rather, he hadn't expected his absence to be noticed, much less for it to upset anyone. He wasn't planning to be as long as he was, but family matters for the Merkels rarely unwound easily, being known for their twisted bodies and twisted minds.
He slipped through familiar halls, as always, careful to not spill blood on the carpeting, lest Jeanette have to scold him again. Back in the comfort of home, with his best friend's stuffed torso, his pet monkeys, and the generous supply of gelatin he'd left in the refrigerator under a sticky note very politely requesting none of his housemates partake. Being as the sun was still up, he doubted anyone would be awake or present, and let out a sigh of contentment as his own room came into sight. Just at the end of the hall, past the four rooms belonging to Thomas and Lawton on one side, Scandal and Bane on the other. His own, just across from Lori's. His footfall was light and he took some comfort in knowing, beyond any doubt, that any sort of where-the-hell-did-you-get-off-to conversations could wait until later.