Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it. The cannon thing I owe entirely to my beta, who says it so often I couldn't help but include it. Thanks MS!
Mr. Butler tells Peter a few things – that everyone thinks he's dead, that he knows who wiped his memory, that the Butler family is in hiding from the man who did it and the company he works for – but he also tells him that the less he knows right now, the better. Peter decides that if Claire and her father want to keep secrets, they don't need to know about the flying boy. He didn't seem dangerous, just kind of pathetic and a little creepy, so Peter holds on to the one thing he has the power to keep from them.
Of course there is one other thing he has no intention of telling Mr. Butler. The guy's voice is calm and measured, but his expression is pretty intense and he seems – not angry, exactly, but he's not a happy man.
"You don't like me, do you?" Peter asks him bluntly.
Butler smiles. "Actually, Peter, I like you very much. But you slept in my daughter's bed last night. You can understand why that would upset me, can't you?"
Oh, right. Butler's smile is disturbing, and Peter suspects that if he knew what else had gone on in his daughter's bed last night, he would shoot him.
With a cannon.
"Yeah, I get that. Sorry," he adds.
At this point Claire comes in, and the relief Peter feels surprises him.
"Dad, what happens now?"
"Now you go to school, and I call in sick to work." Butler holds up a hand to forestall her objections. "It's only your second day of school, it'll look too weird if you don't go today. You can stay home with Peter tomorrow."
Peter bridles at being treated like a stray dog. "Why does anyone have to stay with me? You don't trust me alone, is that it?"
"No, I don't."
"Dad!"
"I'm going to find the man who took your memory, Peter, and when he gives it back I'll trust you. But until then you're going to have to bear with me." Butler says it with finality, and somehow Peter doesn't doubt him.