I open my mouth to speak, but my words won’t come out. What the hell am I doing? They’re on tour. I’ve even told Oliver that there’s nothing that I can do about our situation while they’re on tour. There’s no way that I can break the news to him yet.

“Peter, I… I’ll miss you, that’s all.”

Peter laughs. “Dreamy, is that all? Don’t get me wrong…I’ll miss you too dear. But I thought it was something serious. You had me scared.” I breathe a huge sigh of relief, and stand up. “Be right back. I’m going to the bathroom.”

As I walk towards the bathroom, Peter chuckles. “You know Dreamy, I thought that you were going to tell me something big, like you and Oliver were having an affair or something…even though the chances of that are pretty miniscule.”

The next thing I know, I’m in the floor, seeing stars. As a result of Peter’s disturbingly (and unknowingly) accurate joke, I’ve managed to walk into a wall.