"Beer and something with protein and carbs. Right. We'll be back soon." I glance between Claude and Peter's future self, acknowledging them, but saying nothing else. The sound of Peter's future self's chuckle is an interesting sound. It's lighter. I wouldn't say happier, but definitely more relaxed. He's a changed man and is much better off now than before. Not perfect, but better.
Peter's close to losing control of himself, but in the duration that I'm stroking his back, he keeps himself together. I move my hand to his arm and wait for him to teleport us to wherever he thinks we should go.