"Ah. My condolences."

Doyoon pats Peter's head.

He would love to enjoy the headpats more. Unfortunately he is trying to make his face look NORMAL while he seriously considers the possibility that his BRAIN is BROKEN because GHOSTS SHOULDN'T BE REAL even though THEY ARE and he doesn't know WHY THEY SHOULDN'T BE, and that is taking all of his attention, which means he doesn't have enough attention left to enjoy headpats.

...also his food is done. Apparently. He now seems to have a cheese omelet. That he made. Without paying attention to it. While having the most surreal conversation in his several hours of life and trying not to be a walking freakout simulator.

Well he seems to either be successfully masking or they're politely ignoring his freakout. It could be the latter, they did show some amount of awareness and sensibility for the possibility that Peter would be grieving.

Yeah. 

"...so, uh... how would I learn more about ghosts?"

"...kind of an uncomfortable topic, uh..."

"I think there's a Delta Zeta sister who's into this occult stuff? Could see if someone knows her."

"Oh, Peter and I made out with a Delta Zeta sister last night."

"Cara's in Delta Zeta? I—don't remember much of last night."

"Not even the good parts?"

"I remember some of the good parts."

"Maybe I should remind you, then."

"Maybe you should."

"I think we're third wheeling here, love."

"Well, we were here first."

"I'll let you guys watch."

Porn frat! As he'd been saying! ...thinking! Same difference! 

"Don't say things you don't mean, Doyoon."

"I'm not."

"I'd watch."

Actually Peter doesn't wanna show. Or rather, he does, and he's bulging uncomfortably in his jeans, but if he ends up in a time slide in which his brain is directly injected with Subjective Experience Of Exhibitionism he might unalivd himself. He'll experiment with Doyoon later, in private, when he's feeling more stable. 

"Maybe later, I'm not in the mood right now. I still need to eat."

"Sure. I should go to class."

"...you have a 6PM?" Had he been planning to skip class if Peter had taken him up on the exhibitionism? ...wait, maybe he'd only meant like making out or something. Argh. "That's rough."

He shrugs. "It's okay."

"If you say so." He's gonna go to the other room to eat, then.

Doyoon follows, only to pat Peter on the head and say "Bye!" and go to class.