[He can sense it, see it. The way the web stretches so far, taut and frayed threatening to snap if it's pulled much further. He squeezes Peter gently, bolstering Peter's ninpo with his own, molten lava that cools into something solid around the threads of Peter's ninpo. Strengthening the connection there, so Peter know he isn't alone in this, in wanting to help Leo, in being worried about Leo.]
Okay. Okay, we can get you somewhere to lay down. You'll be able to think a little better after some sleep. All right?
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Okay. Okay, we can get you somewhere to lay down. You'll be able to think a little better after some sleep. All right?