[Peter absently reaches up and gently grips Ben's wrist, but he doesn't try to remove his hand from his shoulder. It's helping him to keep from straight up panicking, don't mind him. For a moment he just sits there in silence, his attention shifting between Ben and the screen until Ben starts speaking.
He takes a deep, unsteady breath, and attempts to keep his focus on Ben.]
I don't know how I'm gonna protect her from this. I don't know how I'm gonna protect anyone from this. I don't-- I don't know what to do, Ben.
[This isn't a problem he can shoot webs at or punch in the face or take a screw driver to. Like yeah he can put up additional security measures, but what if this trundlefuck finds a way around those too? Life sucks and this is bullshit.]
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He takes a deep, unsteady breath, and attempts to keep his focus on Ben.]
I don't know how I'm gonna protect her from this. I don't know how I'm gonna protect anyone from this. I don't-- I don't know what to do, Ben.
[This isn't a problem he can shoot webs at or punch in the face or take a screw driver to. Like yeah he can put up additional security measures, but what if this trundlefuck finds a way around those too? Life sucks and this is bullshit.]