You wonder if you're still immortal and if you are... how to tell your friends? [Flynn is the master of disjointed run-on sentences but it's a bit more challenging to untangle the thoughts of others. However, he thinks he has an idea of what Peter is getting at here and he puts the butterfly aside to sit up, resting his back against the wall.
Wow, that's... heavy stuff. Not what he expected to deal with tonight but of course Peter would be torn up about it. Flynn should have expected it, really, Peter had been so dismayed he had been willing to kill himself over it in those horrible experiments.
Flynn feels a little guilty. Maybe they should have talked about this sooner. Maybe he should have sought Peter out, ask how he's doing, really doing but he doesn't know how.]
Do you think they would mind? I mean, I wouldn't mind. [He frowns.] As long as you don't become a butthead. You're not allowed to become a butthead, I won't let you.
cw: suicidal ideation
Wow, that's... heavy stuff. Not what he expected to deal with tonight but of course Peter would be torn up about it. Flynn should have expected it, really, Peter had been so dismayed he had been willing to kill himself over it in those horrible experiments.
Flynn feels a little guilty. Maybe they should have talked about this sooner. Maybe he should have sought Peter out, ask how he's doing, really doing but he doesn't know how.]
Do you think they would mind? I mean, I wouldn't mind. [He frowns.] As long as you don't become a butthead. You're not allowed to become a butthead, I won't let you.