[Leo's touch does a fair job of keeping Peter in the moment. He breathes out a shaky wounded sound. He wants to acknowledge Leo, but he's afraid to say anything.
The thing lurches out of the room, dragging itself self along. It seems to be trying to trail after them.]
"I know, I know you didn't want me, I'm sorry-"
[Hearing his own words echoed back at him feels vile, but the weight of Leo hanging off of his back and the cold texture of the ceiling is grounding.]
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The thing lurches out of the room, dragging itself self along. It seems to be trying to trail after them.]
"I know, I know you didn't want me, I'm sorry-"
[Hearing his own words echoed back at him feels vile, but the weight of Leo hanging off of his back and the cold texture of the ceiling is grounding.]