[ Oh. Peter can't help but tear up as Héctor wraps his arms around him, pulls him close. Yes, his uncle is literally right there, but - but he's kind of been adopted again, hasn't he? Ben hasn't been replaced, far from it. More like Peter's small family has gotten a little larger, and he's desperately grateful for it. He leans back for a moment, looping his good arm around Héc with all the delicacy he can manage. (Which means it hurts them both a little, but. Worth it.) ]

I - I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I won't do it again, I promise.

[ He's not great, but he's here, and he's okay. Don't mind the massive bloodstain on his shoulder.

When Héctor moves to shuffle back, Peter catches his shirt gently. Wait. Don't go. Instead he offers the other arm to Ben, to pull him in too. He can have both his undead uncles here okay. Just glad to be alive and have both of them here. ]

He asked me to join him, Ben. I dunno why he thought that would work.

[ Now that the danger is past, it's kind of laughable. Who did that guy think he was talking to, anyway? He smiles, weakly, despite the blood and sweat on his face. ]

Don't - don't worry about the other night. Honestly. It wasn't really you.