Badou grinned. "Actually, I haven't heard anything from her since I got back. As much as I miss her, I'm kinda hoping it stays that way. Far as my nurse knows I got booted out of therapy. Maybe she took a tragic fall into... I dunno, the bottom of the ocean."

He could think of much worse places for her to take a fall, but he didn't really feel like describing them to Peter in exaggerated detail. He wasn't exactly the type to appreciate it.

Badou shrugged, and let the brush-off slide. Some days you just didn't want to talk about it.

The honesty kinda blindsided him though. He kept telling himself he'd get used to it eventually, but it wasn't surprise really, not anymore. Just... A reminder he wasn't really braced for. He gave Peter a small, worn smile. "Dork. Be honest, you missed getting crap stuck in my hair."

His brow furrowed slightly as the meaning of what Peter said sank in a little more fully. "Wait wait - I'm your sane conversation option?" He pointed at himself, just in case there was some other Badou Peter was referring to. "Me? Snowflake seriously who have you been talking to. Is it Satan? Did you meet Satan let him cry on your shoulder?"

He was joking. Mostly. Relatively speaking he and Peter were pretty damn normal and well-adjusted, which was frankly really, really sad.