[Peter's lips purse together, brows furrowing. He isn't sure how much Casey is listening to them, or if he realized the extent of what was happening. He wasn't a dumb kid, but Peter didn't want to scare him.]
Its... pretty bad. [He continues gently bouncing Casey in his grasp, just trying to find the right words.]
His arm is... just. [He meets Mikey's eyes, not able to finish the sentence. He feels pathetic for stumbling over it.]
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Its... pretty bad. [He continues gently bouncing Casey in his grasp, just trying to find the right words.]
His arm is... just. [He meets Mikey's eyes, not able to finish the sentence. He feels pathetic for stumbling over it.]