You are most kind, Doctor Chilton. I may have enjoyed your world. If for no other reason, to have you as my friend.

[ Petyr got up briefly, leaving Chilton's side in order to head into a closet. And from that closet, he pulled out a blanket. Moving back over toward Chilton, he rested that blanket on his shoulders -- equal parts friendly and paternal with a hint of pseudo intimacy. He was far too used to caring for his girls after a particularly terrible client left them in a state. ]

Do you want something to eat? I'm afraid I do not cook. So I only have frozen meals, some leftovers from work, and some fresh fruit.