( At first, Peter is genuinely taken in by the guy's upbeat tone and perky expression, but once he realises he's actually on the receiving end of what is almost certainly a very justifiable rant? His own expression shifts from hopeful to something a little more cautious. He's been through high-school, he knows how this goes. The last thing he wants to do is end up in some kind of scuffle because someone's projecting their frustrations. )

I— um. I'm really sorry, that sounds ...

( Peter just shakes his head a little helplessly, because there's not much he can do about the guy;s situation ... or is there? )

Wait, those people said I'm a dom, so— that means I can buy stuff, right? ( He brightens a little, something pleased and relieved melting away his pinched expression. ) If you show me where the deli is, I could get you ... whatever you want, I guess? As a thank you for helping me out.

( His stomach growls as if on cue, which burns his ears a rosy pink. )

... I'm pretty hungry.