No, no. I'm fine. This is already quieter than Hell's Kitchen. And my hearing is -- I can hear heartbeats, Peter. Not just yours, but pretty much everyone around us. I could tell you how many rats are on the dock. [ He pauses. ] Still not as many as New York, at least.

[ He smiles, trying to play it off with a laugh. He's really trying to help poor Peter here. He can't not. He's too much of a martyr. ]

Jesus, Peter. I'm... [ That's so much. Matt sets a hand on his shoulder. That all sounds like a bunch of fantastic nonsense, but Matt can hear the certainty and the pain in Peter's voice. It happened. God. ] I'm sorry. That's... there's no words.

[ He has no idea what Peter is talking about, he is not from the Snap, but that's. Fine. ]