[Leo's hyperaware of Peter and his motions. He sees Peter having even minute trouble breathing and moves to kneel down in front of him, watching and ready to do whatever he needs. But the tattoos along his flesh arm are clear now, still with the faintest remains of the purple glow, starting to crawl up his neck and jaw.]
Y-yeah. A little over two years. You're all right? Any trouble?
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Y-yeah. A little over two years. You're all right? Any trouble?