Content? Peter tries to think if that term applies to how he feels, too -- and if he can remember the last time he was content. He was content in Las Vegas, he thinks, sort of before killing Jerry but more so after. He pets her hair and hums an, "mmhmm," of agreement. He's certainly not content in terms of his overall lifestyle, but Lucy...Lucy is one good thing in his life, and it scares him a bit to think that because he's sure to eventually fuck it up.