( Peter freezes, again. Coming across others who have some concept of possession or possession-adjacent things has become less and less of a rarity, over time. In fact, he's consistently baffled how many others do seem to have things like that in their worlds.

But he's never heard someone say it like this. Using that word. Sealed.

It's something he's only recently even learned about his own situation. The demon didn't seek him out and force its way inside. It was... put there, by others. Locked in; it couldn't escape him even it wanted to. Sealed through extensive spellwork and ritual. And as Peter continues to listen to the other boy, the more it absolutely sounds like his own situation. Not to mention the fact he mentions his colours acting the same... )

I, um...... That does sound like me.

( The confession comes quietly, nervous, a little unsure of itself. He's still learning how to tell people the truth, what form to put it in... but there it is, laid out before him quite easily. The other boy's described it for him. And if he knows about it, even has a friend who deals with the same thing... )

You friend... did someone do that to him? For some... purpose?

( He's not trying to pry, quickly adds— )

—Because I'm still not sure why it happened to me. What was the.... reason.