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[ In all truth, this wasn't how Peter would have chosen to rebuild bridges that they'd both had a part in burning down, but maybe it just had to get this bad. Maybe they both had to realize the possibility of loss between them to make them see what exactly was important, but Peter would have preferred he not have to nearly die for Nathan to remember why he ever cared in the first place. Not that Peter would have wanted it to be Nathan instead.

Wrinkling his nose with the effort it takes to lean forward, Peter huffs a breath, squeezing his eyes shut while he waits for the vertigo to subside. It only takes a second or two before he's settled, nodding at Nathan's words. ]

Yeah, I got it. [ Carefully taking the lid off the container of soup, Peter looks back up to Nathan, almost expectantly. ] Think you can convince the guys in charge to let me go yet?