[The last time Kyle saw Peter running at him, Peter had thrown him across the room, knocked him down, and dug his fingers into his scalp while hissing threats in his ear. So the second he recognises him, Kyle turns tail and runs.

He doesn't get too far, though, because his higher brain functions take over. He stops and waits for Peter to catch up, still a little wary in spite of himself.]

What are you--?

[But then there's a bang. Kyle knows it isn't a firework, or a tree falling, or anything like that; he grew up in hunting country and he knows what a gun sounds like. he clings to Peter, the two of them just tall skinny curly haired messes staring into the depths of the jungle.]

Fuck fuck fuck, I hate the jungle, this is worse than Peru... okay, okay, come on.

[He grabs Peter's hand and tugs, ducking low like maybe that will help somehow.]

We gotta find like... a river or rocks or something, this ground is no good, he can follow our footprints.