[ Peter hasn't gotten out of bed in..... awhile, but now he is: finally, he's getting up and walking around, moving to his own window to dazedly shift the curtain aside. The sunlight has him squinting for a moment before his eyes slowly start to adjust.... he definitely needs to get out and get some fresh air, but for now? Just getting up out of his bed is a good first step. ]

I think I'd want to stay.

[ It's... the first time he's ever vocalised that, or even... explicitly considered it? It means accepting something that Peter hasn't really been able to accept for months and months now, since he came here. That there's really nothing for him back home. Nothing to return to. He doesn't know everything about that situation, but he... knows enough.

And could he ever really have a life back there? With what's... wrong with him? Ironically, it's in this place that Peter's actually been able to get help, and is likely a hell of a lot safer than he would be back where he comes from. There's.. people after him there. Bad people.

He's a little stunned by this realisation, and it comes through in his voice. ]

I guess I can't believe I'm saying that out loud, but... yeah. Yeah. I think I'd want to stay.

[ A beat, and Peter actually gives a little laugh, soft, like the echo of one. ]

...Sorry. I don't mean to just uh... ramble on at you about my... thoughts.