The more people tell me not to worry? The more I end up worrying. It's a favorite hobby of mine, worrying my tuchus off. It's fun. But- Uh- What I meant to say is "thank you."
[Okay, he's pausing to breathe as instructed. Not that Matt can hear him doing it but he might be able to tell from the way Peter's brain seems to clear out for longer than three seconds. It lasts for about four seconds, but at least when his thoughts pick up it's quieter, a little less frantic and nervous. Still as neurotic as ever, but it's an improvement.]
It's. I mean, I'm dealing. I guess I just don't know what I expected to see after everything went dark. Pearly gates? Party in Thor's Valhalla place? My uncle? It's just... weird, is all. Magic telepathy place where my freaking out keeps causing mini earthquakes and fireworks not the good kind, either wasn't exactly anywhere on my list. It's a Thing. A non-Fantastic Four Thing.
Oh-- and God, I'm sorry, on top of everything I'm mentally unloading on you, and you really shouldn't have to deal with all the frakakta mess in my brain. [There's a sigh, because he really does feel bad about this.]
... And it's probably dumb, right? To worry about the secret identity thing here? [Yeah, his thoughts looped right back to that.] Since it's not- We don't even really know if there's anyone here who cares about who we are under the mask. Alternate universe thing, right? We might not even find anyone who recognizes the masks.
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[Okay, he's pausing to breathe as instructed. Not that Matt can hear him doing it but he might be able to tell from the way Peter's brain seems to clear out for longer than three seconds. It lasts for about four seconds, but at least when his thoughts pick up it's quieter, a little less frantic and nervous. Still as neurotic as ever, but it's an improvement.]
It's. I mean, I'm dealing. I guess I just don't know what I expected to see after everything went dark. Pearly gates? Party in Thor's Valhalla place? My uncle? It's just... weird, is all. Magic telepathy place where my freaking out keeps causing mini earthquakes and fireworks not the good kind, either wasn't exactly anywhere on my list. It's a Thing. A non-Fantastic Four Thing.
Oh-- and God, I'm sorry, on top of everything I'm mentally unloading on you, and you really shouldn't have to deal with all the frakakta mess in my brain. [There's a sigh, because he really does feel bad about this.]
... And it's probably dumb, right? To worry about the secret identity thing here? [Yeah, his thoughts looped right back to that.] Since it's not- We don't even really know if there's anyone here who cares about who we are under the mask. Alternate universe thing, right? We might not even find anyone who recognizes the masks.