Peter Steele, God of Seduction. (Discontinued)

Sensitive..

The weeks grew longer with Peter. His teddy bear like charm became more apparent and out in the open. His more sensitive side had come out to play. At this point he was telling me all about his home life. Everything, every little miniscule detail. His family life was the most important thing to listen for. He didn't talk much about them, sharing his fears I can see why. Peter fears failure. He feels as if he's failed at everything and that this band was his redemption. But it was really just because he signed a contract. Teddy bear just wanted to be normal again, I can tell he missed his old garbage routes. Granted he was up at the butt crack of dawn but it's what he enjoyed.
I try to get up to make him some food but his head is right on my chest. Trying to move him was like moving dead weight. For some reason he was depressed, perhaps I dug too far into his personal life. I worried I was the reason he was so down. Walking into his kitchen I search for something to make, he was never really here anymore so there wasn't much to choose from. Going back into his bedroom he's sprawled out on the floor, just laying there blankly staring up at the ceiling. Sitting down on his chest, he absentmindedly moves his hands to my thighs. Holding me down. "Why don't we go out somewhere? Hm? Will that take your mind off things?". " Bunny, I'd really rather just to lay here. I don't want to move. In fact.." He presses himself against me. "Ride me." He stares at me, love in his eyes. "Peter, you need to eat. I've ridden you so much in the past two days my hips hurt." I say. His eyes go back to the ceiling, his blank stare intensifies. "I'm going to go out and bring back some food, you better eat what I bring back mister.". No response.
I head out the door, his keys in hand. Riding around for a bit I stop at his favorite food joint.
Unlocking his apartment door, I hang his keys back up. "Peter! Dinner!". No response. Stomping into his room he's still laying in the same position. He looks away at me, then back up at the ceiling. Something was seriously wrong. I've never seen him like this. His room was dark and desolate. The curtains were drawn back, his pale skin almost glowed something that of a vampires complection. He looked undead. Standing at his feet I lightly kick him, he looks at me. "I bought you some food, why don't you come in here and eat with me? Pretty please?". "If that will please my mistress, then I shall eat.". He gets up slowly, I guide my hand on his back as he makes his way to the living room. Sitting him down, I fix his plate of food bringing it to him. He takes the plate and takes a few bites. I turn myself towards the kitchen to clean up, when I turn my head he's stopped eating. "Peter? Why aren't you eating sweetheart? What's wrong my love?" I say in a coddled voice. Cupping his hands in my face I see his eyes are watery. A tear drops down his cheek. Pulling him close to me I embrace him in my love. He pulls me on the couch so I'm sitting on his lap facing him. He's crying softly into my shoulder. I definitely hit a nerve when I asked him about his family.