[Yeah, this is awkward and weird and there's just...that coldness again. An arm pat? Really? Peter glances down at the friendship bracelet on his own wrist and frowns, worry in his eyes.]

You're welcome, bro.

[Ten years. Ten years and...something must have happened. Because he's so different, isn't he?

The thought catches in his throat and his heart skips a beat.

What if none of this is a death price and he really is like this for good?

No, no way, come on, it was--had to be...

But ten years was a really long time. How old was he now even?]

...sorry you had to end up back here.

[Maybe that's what was bothering him. How could you be happy to see your best friend if you were stuck in this place after being home?]