[SE] Out, Damned Spot!

More and more often, Peter was finding himself in the aetheneum, some book or another in his arms and a quiet, hidden spot picked out. He had a few favourites, and he’d actually become quite adept at keeping away from anyone else who might be in the building. It was a nice, quiet place. Today was different. The steps were overrun with mud, and, almost worse, other people gathered around, trying to stop the slow encroach. Peter considered turning around and waiting until this was cleaned up by other people, but something about that felt... scummy. So instead, he struggled through the mud to the top of the stairs, where a man with silver hair seemed to be directing the people working. So, Peter did what he did best, and presented himself as useful. ”Hello.” He said softly, not wanting to interrupt. ”Is there... I mean, can I... can I help?” Just to emphasize, he gestured out towards the mud. Peter Perfectly able to hold my own hand, But I still can’t kiss my own neck;