( Peter doesn't reply immediately, because his device isn't on him. It's thrown across the room somewhere, and he doesn't care enough to get it when it goes off. He presses a hand to his own face. It takes a few hours. For the weeks since it happened, he was mostly left alone which was bad and good. In some ways he wanted to draw so far into himself that he could never reach out and hurt anyone again-
He reads the text, and it takes longer to write something back. )
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He reads the text, and it takes longer to write something back. )
Yeah. I'm back. And busy. Why?