[Not for the first time, he isn't good at hiding his shock. The amount of shocks he's had in the last 24 hours are mounting, but non so as having the pain slip from him into Peter's palms. He very almost pulls his arm away, but that would be -- what? Telling? A weakness, to show that level of disquiet? ]

I think you're enjoying this. [Being young, or the illusion of glimpsing the future. Maybe it's just funny to have an Argent give a shit. He's assuming, in Peter's recent memory, Gerard has been sowing the seeds of war and chaos with an iron fist. Everything comes full circle. ] -- Thank you. [He nods to Peter's hand. There's a tightness to his voice; wariness. Like he expects a catch. ] I don't think you're contagious, no. Derek wasn't.

[L o l. ] I guess we wait it out. See if something triggers a change.