There Peter went, doing his... thing. His weird overprotective hero thing. People weren't supposed to care like that, and it made Elle frustrated, confused, and inclined to pick at her toast again instead of looking at him, despite having lost all of her appetite for it. "You're not going to, because it's not gonna happen, okay? I'll be fine. I have you, and me, and he's— it's just not going to happen. Got it?"

She never had to deal with someone who cared this much before. Even with her own father, it took getting shot for him to show the least amount of concern. It was kind of nice, she could admit, but more than anything it felt unsettling.