( Of course his answer would be like that. It's not surprising — the concern for the others left behind. Whether he's Spider-Man or Peter Parker, he's always been someone to take care of others.
Peter stares down at his hands, the joint that's still grasped between two fingers. After a moment he raises it again to his mouth, inhaling slowly. The fear of being left behind is a powerful one, but... the fear of leaving others behind is just as hard. Not knowing if they'll be okay, not being able to help protect them...
Finally, Peter looks back up to his teacher. Maybe it's his turn to reassure, now. )
We're gonna be okay. I know that sounds— stupid to say in a place like this, but...
...But we will. We'll help each other. ( His brows knit, emotion finding its way gently into his tone. They will; they'll all help each other, the way Mr. P's done up until now. )
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Peter stares down at his hands, the joint that's still grasped between two fingers. After a moment he raises it again to his mouth, inhaling slowly. The fear of being left behind is a powerful one, but... the fear of leaving others behind is just as hard. Not knowing if they'll be okay, not being able to help protect them...
Finally, Peter looks back up to his teacher. Maybe it's his turn to reassure, now. )
We're gonna be okay. I know that sounds— stupid to say in a place like this, but...
...But we will. We'll help each other. ( His brows knit, emotion finding its way gently into his tone. They will; they'll all help each other, the way Mr. P's done up until now. )
It's okay. We'll be okay.