Peter gets his brother back and we return to the roof. I had almost forgotten about what was happening in the present. There's still a virus we have to worry about, one that's from our own future and has nothing to do with Peter's timeline.
Now that we are back, I don't hesitate with standing closer and touching my brother. I clasp his shoulder and start stroking his back with my other hand. He has to know he wasn't the only one suffering there.
"Peter and I will go." That should give my brother and I enough time alone for us to discuss something.