[Yeah. That hit hard. He thought about his mom and what he did. But he couldn't let Flynn hear him die.

Watching it happen twice was bad enough, and being frozen...why did it have to be this? At least Yondu went quick. Peter huddles under his shower curtain, in the makeshift shelter he'd dug.

Pointless, yeah, there was a part of him that hoped he'd somehow make it through the night, but he knew quite literally by the feeling in his bones that wasn't gonna happen. He hasn't been eating well enough to handle it, nor were his clothes enough to stave off frostbite. He couldn't feel his feet or hands or face anymore, and the shivering that he'd been doing had grown particularly violent. Everything else hurt. It wasn't like the shock of going into space, yeah, that hurt too, but there were other things to worry about besides just the cold.

All he could focus on and think about right now was how cold he was. He desperately needed a scrap of warmth, anything. He clumsily clutched his tablet close to him, as if the glow would provide enough warmth.]

I m-might say so-something s-s-stupid if I get d-d-delirious. W-won't live it down when I g-g-g-get back.