[Kyle watches Peter, looking away only occasionally to make sure nobody is creeping through the bushes toward them. He keeps an ear tuned to the sounds around them, but nothing sounds unusual.

When Peter tells him to run, Kyle snorts. He can't help it. He slings an arm around his shoulders and hugs him close.]

No. Look, if you had awesome demon powers? I'd be like, yeah, cool, let's do it together. But I'm not leaving you, dude. That's not what bros do.

[Another side-hug. Peter is nothing like Ike, but Kyle can't help but still feel a little protective of him.]

And don't apologise for something you didn't do. Look, later, when we're outta here? I'm gonna talk to him again some day, because I know a fuck of a lot more now than I did last time. We'll work it out.

Okay? Okay. So. No demon powers. That leaves me. I don't think I can do jack shit until I see him.