[Meanwhile, Peter's decided that this whole thing was 100% his fault. He should have been the one to face down the spooky cloud, the thing it had tried to scare him with hadn't actually been dangerous. Physically, anyway. Dealing with a few more nightmares would have been better than making Ben go through all this.

Too late now. Peter gathers up some of the webs he's sealed the containment unit up with and drags it over, doing his absolute best to hide whatever pain he's in on his way over.]

I'm fine, I'm not hurt.

[He said. Y'know, like a liar. It's fine, though. Peter's broken ribs should be healed in a day or two.

Peter drops the webs and kneels down next to Ben, giving his shoulder a squeeze while he looks him over. He didn't seem injured, despite all the wacky bullshit that just happened, but it was obvious that Ben wasn't doing super great just. In general. He's getting some serious "my deepest fear is myseeeeeelf" vibes from this whole thing.]

You didn't do anything wrong. Okay? That wasn't you. It was just somethin' trying to get a rise out of you like it did to me earlier.