[Resiliency doesn't mean shit when you've still got the emotional maturity of any other teenager. Nate put on a good show after he almost got shot by a cult at fifteen, he joked with the man who had saved his life, they exchanged names and had a decent chat over ajiaco, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel the shake of near-death in his bones. Kids are resilient through defiance rather than experience.

He knows.

He also knows there's shit to do, but they have more than enough time to do it. Peter makes shaky eye contact again and knows he's pulled him out of the same distracted headspace that Nate often enters himself.]

Yeah, do us some good. The lab isn't going anywhere. [Nate reassures him, guiding the way back into the dimly-lit corridor.] Y'know I found a Nazi bunker once? In the middle of a rainforest.