cw: emeto, slime (and we can wrap up!)

[ he doesn't lock the door he goes through with a rush, but he does make sure it's closed enough not to hear . . . too much? it may be impossible to hide the lurching, the gagging, the spilling, and afterward, the coughing and spitting from having emptied his stomach of something nasty, viscous and dark. it smelled of sulfur and

no matter how many times it would happen, it was still disgusting. would that even come off the toilet? augh— between catching his breath and making sure peter doesn't lose it out there: ]

I-I'm fine— thanks. I just . . . I need to clean up. Your bathroom.

[ his tone is twinged with apology. ]