Maybe I could have. But I didn't, because you saved me. Twice. You were on top of it, man. Like, I might have a broken rib? But that's it. I walk stuff like this off at least once a week.

[Yeah okay fine, Peter's hurt. And a terrible liar. And honestly this crouching position he's taken is just making it hurt more, so he's going to gently lower his butt to the floor next to Ben so he can catch his breath for a minute. HE'S FINE.

Ben isn't fine, though, and Peter isn't entirely sure what he can say that can help with that aside from reassuring Ben that he's okay. That this wasn't his fault, and if it hadn't been for him, Peter very well might have been killed. He did great as far as Peter's concerned, especially considering the fact that Ben had been pretty damn distracted by the whole being horrified thing.]

Now, look. I was here because I chose to be here. I knew this had the potential to turn ugly, and it did, and I chose to stay here. I put myself in life threatening situations all the time, this is like, a Tuesday for me. I got a little banged up, yes, but when I say I'm fine, I mean it. I'm fine.

Your whole... situation, there. Do you control those?