[ He... kind of feels like he might throw up. But maybe if he just tries to swallow back the nausea....
If Peter were anyone else, he might say something snarky to that or, alternatively, something humourous, laugh about it. Being Peter, he's just nodding quickly, comically obedient as ever. Okay, fuck, yeah, don't break the lines. ]
Sorry. [ He takes a moment to try and collect himself, takes a few deeper breaths against the odd prickling chill from the inside out. It's like when you have the flu, sickness ravaging your organs, making them tight and achey. After a moment, he nods at her — sorry, please, carry on.... He'll be okay.
(No, everything's just going to get worse, clearly) ]
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If Peter were anyone else, he might say something snarky to that or, alternatively, something humourous, laugh about it. Being Peter, he's just nodding quickly, comically obedient as ever. Okay, fuck, yeah, don't break the lines. ]
Sorry. [ He takes a moment to try and collect himself, takes a few deeper breaths against the odd prickling chill from the inside out. It's like when you have the flu, sickness ravaging your organs, making them tight and achey. After a moment, he nods at her — sorry, please, carry on.... He'll be okay.
(No, everything's just going to get worse, clearly) ]