A couple of weeks... that's not very long at all. It only further solidifies some feeling of safeness, maybe. The boy's new too, and clearly nervous, just as out of place as Peter is. A fellow victim of... whatever the fuck this all is.

The boy... Will, he said his name was. Peter hangs onto it, even if he hasn't introduced himself in return just yet. The thought doesn't even come to him, to voice his name. It feels like something foreign. Like somebody else.

"I uh... There's a man. A doctor. He's looked at me." The older gives a soft tip of his head forwards, a little nod as he recalls the process, hazy as it was back on his first day. But Daan's been helping keep an eye on him here and there.

"I think it's broken," he adds with a soft wince as he sees the other boy looking him over. He knows the state of him is... bad, a bit startling to see. His nose takes center-stage, injury-wise, and it still hurts a little to breathe through it.

"....It didn't happen here. Back home." Peter thinks to clarify after a moment, because others have asked him that a lot, justifiably concerned that something in this place might be to blame for beating him up.

"I uh. I think all I can do is just kinda wait for it to heal. Maybe put ice on it."