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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.