Peter is not okay with that but he's not unaccustomed to people leaving him in some form or fashion so right now, rather than deal with it, he's ignoring it and playing on his DS. Or, he was.

He winces a little at the news and bites at his bottom lip, unsure what to say in this instance. There are moments where he wants nothing more than to scream and yell and break everything in his path but they're fleeting and he's quick to remind himself how unhelpful that would be to anyone. "Yeah, I've been doing a lot of thinking, too." Sorta-it's far more off and on. "Do you ever kind feel like.. I don't know. Nothing's really within your control and you're just like... free falling through life waiting for that inevitable splat at the end?" That's probably a little dark and deep for eleven year old.

"...Sorry, that's kinda... forget I said that."