[ Yeah, Peter's not handling this too well at all. Theoretically, he should, you know, meet John in person over tea or something and calmly explain what happened with Luna, and seek out his advice.

Instead, he's just kind of slipping into something panicky here. ]

She drew shapes with magic and like set out all this stuff — to summon him out of me like, like more properly? [ His heart's beating faster just at the memory of it; it had been terrifying. ] And then gave him an offering, and at first he didn't want to come out because he was scared? But then he did because he... I don't know, he really likes her? And they made a— a pact.

[ Relaying all of that feels like something out of a horror movie, and he's already having to catch his breath when that bomb drops and Peter's having to take a breath. He knows death isn't pleasant here, and even if people come back, there's still a weird sharp drop of his heart to hear that John died. Because even if he still barely knows the man, he's become a safe adult for him, and Peter's lost too many of those, and maybe he already has a fear of losing him, too. When he speaks, it catches in his throat a little. ]

......Fuck. I'm.... I'm sorry.