[ he almost opens his mouth to say maybe he won't immediately get sick of me as a joke. but he remembers what wanda told him when they were gathering things for the funeral and keeps his mouth shut instead, taking the offered spoon.

it takes a while for the sugar to melt; it feels even longer for peter. but he sits with it, forces himself to remain still and wrestles down the anxiety that he made an irreparable mistake. if she was really upset with him, he's sure she would've buried him in the ground by now with hardly a thought. eventually, when the sugar melts enough for him to start stirring carefully, he speaks up. ]

That one time we had the whole conference call thing, when we were stuck underground, [ his cheeks puff out with his sigh, breathing it out slowly. ] He was really nice. I wasn't expecting it.