[ Peter jolts awake on the couch, heart beating fast in his chest and a hand moving to his right thigh before he remembers that he doesn't have his blasters with him. Reality comes back to him quickly as green eyes stare at his surroundings. He's in the Ximilia still, not home, not with Ego or Thanos or anyone who might be a danger to those he cares about or to himself.
Panting, Peter buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking, and tries to calm himself down. He should have gone to his room instead of falling asleep in public and making a scene. It takes him some good ten minutes before he's not feeling so raw, before he can think about what happened, before he can identify the familiar presence. Some more minutes pass before he sends a text. ]
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Panting, Peter buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking, and tries to calm himself down. He should have gone to his room instead of falling asleep in public and making a scene. It takes him some good ten minutes before he's not feeling so raw, before he can think about what happened, before he can identify the familiar presence. Some more minutes pass before he sends a text. ]
Blue. Was that you?