[ Yeah, okay, legit. That's way harder. Peter follows Héctor's gaze, kind of sizing up the actors at play. Unfortunately he's also on a shit list by now, so any help he could give isn't going to be subtle? Like. If he wanders off, he feels like either responsible adult will go after him instantly.

So, a distraction then. As stupid as possible, to make sure the undead hunters are shooting in the opposite direction, and also Imelda and Avery get madder at him without noticing that Héctor's slipped off. ]

You got it. Just start running when you hear people yelling "Peter no," okay?

[ He turns back - and. Pauses. Hug? Hug okay. He turns it, short but firm. Trying not to crack any of his dumb skeleton uncle's bones. Dammit, Héctor, you don't get to just leave after making Pete get attached like this. ]

You too, okay? You gotta like - find a way to tell me you made it. Snapchat or something.

[ Because that's so much safer than literally any other kind of communication?? ]