You're helping us, you've been helping us for a while, so you've turned against your family. That must've taken something seriously traumatic. You haven't even mentioned Talia. She's dead or unavailable.

[ Step by patient Step, Peter nudges a chair into a more convenient angle for him to collapse into, and does so, grimacing at the jolting of the action. ]

But you're not too worried. You just came from some other fight, tonight. Whoever these hunters are, you think it can wait. It can, by the way. I'm pretty sure they're all dead.

[ Peter sighs in the undeserved peace of someone who, if he was wrong in any of the previous points, does not mind at all. If he were in better condition, if things had gone differently tonight, his little recitation would be all slick smugness. It's still inherently smug, to be sure, but he's also rolling his shoulders tiredly, his head isn't held high, and there's some sense of evasion still. Like he's giving himself time to maneuver around. ]

No need to explain, Mr. Argent. I can take you back in the morning.