[ God, he can't help but feel sorry for Peter, watching him. The difficult conversation this is, and the details that only make it worse. A cult--a literal, actual demon fucking cult?--bringing in this demon, and- fuck, Peter of all people dealing with that?

The king fact isn't anything new, and he's more rolling the details before it in his head instead, watching Peter still. He rolls his lips, too, about to say something, but Peter gets there first.

Robby shakes his head almost instantly, if slowly, but doesn't rush to speak. ]

...I didn't even tell you Johnny Lawrence was my dad when we first met 'cause I was worried how you knew him, [ he admits. ] I wouldn't tell anyone about a demon people forced onto me either--that's bullshit, Peter.

[ A sympathetic expression of bullshit, 'cause the guy deserves for it to be acknowledged. Robby waits for a moment again, not wanting to speak too quickly; to meet Peter on the same level he's on, when his brain must be a mess. ]

The times we spent together, talking about how weird everything else is? None of that's changed for me. I'm just-- [ he pauses, working out how to phrase this next part, and just decides: ]

I'm worried about you? Are you...safe?

[ Is that a thing he needs to be worried about? ]