[ As he gets in touch with his team again, Peter hangs onto their connection like a lifeline, that mounting headache bursting at his temples (and that’s strange, considering how long he had spent ignoring it, slamming down barriers to keep that connection from taking hold). It’s the only reason why he doesn’t immediately panic when Alec seems to slip away.
Still feels a quick flare of concern, though. Something icy that grips his lungs, but it melts away as soon as Drax confirms he’s on his way. ]
Can’t say I was expecting to mount one, either.
[ The words sound like they’re dragged from his lips, gruff and slow. He steps forward again, hand hovering over Alec’s arm. ]
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Still feels a quick flare of concern, though. Something icy that grips his lungs, but it melts away as soon as Drax confirms he’s on his way. ]
Can’t say I was expecting to mount one, either.
[ The words sound like they’re dragged from his lips, gruff and slow. He steps forward again, hand hovering over Alec’s arm. ]
Jesus, they did a number on you.