Peter lifted his head and pushed himself up on his elbows, rising from his blanket hell reborn in the eyes of Upper East Side. Loud as the city could be, the world was silent in comparison to the chaos of last night.  For the first time in a long time, he could even hear his own heart beat. How do you feel? Christ, how did he feel. Did he feel? (He flexed his fingers) Yes.

“Like dead weight.”

Gradually, he pushed himself up further until he could look the man eye to eye with a little more dignity. Memories of the last seven days had yet to come knocking. At. The moment the world was still static, his mind searching for a signal and only finding pieces in the void. “Wait—“ He tilted his head quite suddenly, “Were you watching me… ?” Though he knew the answer right away, he chose to acknowledge it only with a nod and move on. Waking up half naked in a high rise didn’t happen every day, but it happened enough to shut him up.

“How long was I out?” There, a question with an answer he could actually do something with. No phone, no grip on reality, and the hollow feeling now setting into his stomach. Something was missing. Something was gone. And it very much wished to have him back. Peter’s eyes roamed the room. Searching. Picking up weak signals from that which had refused to leave his side for a week, temporarily out of range. The realization knocked the breath from him, and he fell back into the couch a little further, 

“While we’re at it, approximately where the hell am I? Quick guess, did I die ? 
‘Cause I am in deeeeeep shit if I’m dead.”

_{“You’re in my apartment.” Technically, it was a hotel room, but more of a long-term one. Truth be told, this was the longest one he’d stayed at in a long time. Already going on three months – so, he figured apartment was the best way to explain where Peter was at. at least… for the time being.} 

_{He figured that much was enough, but explaining the amount of time was going to be tricky. Ky was about to say days, but instead he opted to keep the time period vague. If everything came back to him? It did – if not? it wasn’t really his problem. not entirely at any-rate. “Among other things, i’d say some time – i don’t really have a clock in here, but about one rotation.” Or a day – maybe a bit less.}

_{“Among other things,” he said, moving forward, “You seem to be alive – as for how long that will last? I’m not entirely sure.” Of course, Ky knew that Peter would live, but he still wanted to play that role of savior. That very same role that he enjoyed playing… especially when he was still debating if keeping him here ( for as long as possible ) would be a good thing.}

_{“Personally, i’d say the best bet for you is to stay where you are, and relax. If it helps, i could order some room service – you do eat, don’t you?” Not that he did ( or needed to rather ), but he was still going to ask due to the fact it was kind ( even if his kindness was starting to run a bit thin ).}