[ Peter, for all that he's an impatient asshole at the best of times, knows when to wait someone out. One of the better qualities he learned over his years as team captain. Prickly or private as most of the team was, he knew that poking and prodding someone into talking was a surefire way to get them to dig in their heels and hunker down for the long haul.

So when she finally starts talking, when she finally offers that bare admission, he nods a little. He can't say he has much in the way of advice, on that front – and god knows anything he offers at this point would be the cherry on top of a giant, hypocritical sundae – but he at least understands where she's coming from.

It's why he offers a quiet, ]

Yeah. I get it.

[ IT'S COMPLICATED!!!! In the biggest, blinking-est, neon-est lights that money can by. ]

I told her what happened. After.

[ Sort of. In the broadest strokes possible – which is usually how he tells most of his stories, anyway.

And he clearly feels there's no need to clarify what "after" means, in this context. ]

So far, she's had, like—

[ He sucks in a breath through his teeth, tipping his head from one side to the other as he calculates. ]

—I dunno. A couple hours to sit with it all.

[ At least they had the benefit of working through it over the span of years. And some folks processed it better than others, obviously. ]

She's... still really close to all the shit that went down.