[ Peter keeps his hand on Fushi as he changes, transitioning from simple head-pats to full pets as he takes on his lupine form.

It sounds awful, honestly. Peter doesn't envy Fushi even a little bit. Being left behind felt bad enough when his mom died, he can only imagine how hard it would be to carry all that for centuries. ]

I bet. Fish don't have scut to worry about, huh?

[ He laughs a little, scritching Fushi's ears. ]

I guess that's the trade-off. Can't have joy without sadness, or friends without missing them... it's flarked, man. You deserve better than loneliness, Fushi.