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[Post-Port Out]

[quickfingers]

[The day started out differently for a change and for that, Peter was a bit glad. But it was weird to wake up without Odin at his side, no excuse on his comm as to why - and his brow furrows as he sits up that morning to digest the loss. But the time loop is over, finally, and that's enough to distract him at first, triple checking it's not the 19th when it in fact is... the 27th? Christ.

He can't hold off for long:] Hey, where you at?

[quickfingers]

Odin? Earth to Odin.

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You okay, dude? Can you text me. Or call me.

[quickfingers]

[Some-thing's not r-i-i-ght.]

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[Fuck. He put off checking the network but here he is, deja vu central. It's not as shocking as it was in concept when he lost Jean, maybe because he's gone through the process before. The clueless wonder where his texts stayed unanswered all day long, leading to an anxiety that built up much slower than this. This doesn't take him more than half the day to realize that Odin's gone, thinking something with the loop must've been off. Maybe Odin's off doing something extravagantly stupid.

But no, his tag's out of whack and Peter feels his stomach lurch when he finally gets confirmation for what he'd begun to expect. It's a cold splash over his skin, a muting of all the gathered joy in him and he's angry. He's sad. He's a lot of things, but they're not as all consuming as they once were before. He's able to cope this time, even when he doesn't have his best friend to keep him in check. He has to cope? Because he doesn't have his best friend to keep him in check.]

You're an asshole, for the record. Whenever you see this.