( Peter can't help the soft echo of a laugh at that, something that almost sounds like a little scoff. Aimed at himself, amused in a self-deprecatory, equally dry way. )

Yeah, I uh— I'm sure the whole jungle didn't hear me screaming or anything.

( God..... But somehow, saying it aloud like that helps a little. Peter, finally freed, nudges past the falling vines and brushes some stray ones from his shoulders and waist, before gingerly stepping out with a little wince. )

Thanks. ( He's still ashamed, but looks back over at her, mouth parted softly as he listens. And what she's saying.... reaches through to a very particular place. Oh. Peter's eyes widen a little, clearly affected, and then he's quiet for a few moments after. )

...You're right. That's, um. That's a really good way to look at it. ( He swallows against the sudden lump in his throat, looks down to the tops of his worn, dirty Converse. It seems so obvious, like he should have been thinking that way this whole time. And maybe on some level he has, even if he wasn't aware of it — because if it weren't for those people in his life, he would have given up a long time ago. There's nothing to fight for, when it comes to himself.

But when it comes to the people he loves....? It's a different matter. It's still so easy for him to lose himself to his fear, but... he has to keep trying. There's someone waiting for him at home that he has to protect. )

It sounds like you're not new to this kind of thing. ( He offers once he finds his voice again, looking back up at the other teen. )