He shifted on the couch, raising his head to look at her, an argument on his lips about how even that could have been manipulated, regardless of the fact that she hadn't wanted to get into one, but it died before he managed to get it out, the front door opening again catching his attention. He twisted in that direction more sharply than he'd meant to and immediately regretted it. He just barely caught sight of Peter before another wave of nausea and dizziness forced him to set his head back down and close his eyes.

Silence followed for a moment, and then Peter offered, "Hey."