"Fuck the both of you."
Peter groans as he presses a bag of ice to his forehead. Luna and I continue to snicker and giggle.
"Seriously, fuck you both. Imagine what would've happened if you hadn't told me that was all a dream?"
"But we did, and that's what counts," I point out, smiling at the poor, stupid human.
"Besides, We are humbled that the alcoholic beverage caused thy mind to entertain a dream in which thou made love to Us."
"You know, that sentence could've been fifty words shorter," Peter points out, clearly not amused.
"Alas, it was not," Luna responds with a small smile. Peter groans again as he rubs his forehead.
"How are the two of you so fucking calm about this?" He asks. "I mean, fuck - you were there, Luna, you saw my dream! And you know what I said! How are you just sitting there like nothing happened!?"
"Because nothing happened," she responds. I nod in agreement. "It was a dream - nothing more. Unless you haven't noticed, We are an expert psychologist - We have to be to monitor dreams like We do. We know that it was just thy lonely unconscious mind clinging unto Us and Our friendship with you in an attempt to give ye a sense of companionship." She smiles at Peter, and I nod again. "'Tis simple."
"Not to me," he mutters, staring into his mug of tea with a bright blush.
"Why not?" I ask, frowning at him. "I think you're taking this a bit too seriously - it was just a dream! You never made love to my sister, and she most certainly would never give her consent to such an act."
Peter nods, and his eyes seem to haze over, and it looks like he's about to cry before he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, gulps down the rest of the tea he's holding, and slowly stands, keeping the ice pressed to his head. "Well, in any case, I'm not getting anything done just sitting around bullshitting with you douchebags," he announces, jokingly. Luna smiles at him, but I continue to frown in concern.
"That is the spirit We wish for thee to have!" Luna cries. "Go, conquer thy day!"
"Yeah," he mumbles, clenching his eyes shut as he holds his head. "Gah - this fucking hangover...don't you have a spell that could cure it? Like the one in my -" He seems to choke for a bit. "Like the one I thought happened?"
"Yes," I respond, absentmindedly. I barely even pay attention as I alleviate him of his hangover, and nod in farewell.
"What's wrong, 'Tia?"
"Hm?" I look to Luna in surprise. "You haven't returned to your quarters yet?"
"Thou hath been staring into the yonder for the past several minutes - We were worried."
I sigh as I hang my head, my concern weighing heavily on my shoulders. "Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"About what?"
"Peter."
"Why? He seems happy."
I remain silent for a moment, debating whether or not to tell Luna of what I have deduced. When I've come to a conclusion, I look into her eyes. "He's lonely, Luna. I think he wishes what he dreamed had happened - if only so he could have somepony to love. Now, he's back to masking his pain with his...well, to be blunt, usual asshole self. I just hope he doesn't hurt himself too much..."
Luna frowns. "We hope he finds somepony in Ponyville..."
I nod in consent, but I don't say what I'm really thinking:
I pity the mare that gets stuck with him.