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( There's a relief when Fern keeps the contact, a physical reminder that he's not alone, and Peter reaches his hands up to gently rest against the other boy's shirt front, fingers just barely holding on like that. He sees the things blooming on Fern's hat, recognising the roses — but has he seen the other things, before? He can't remember, but they're strange and interesting and he's looking at them for a moment until Fern's question has him looking back down. )

Squid thing? ...Oh yeah. Oh yeah...

( That's... right. He'd changed. Or... something. It's still very strange to think about, overwhelming. Peter dips his head for a moment, staring widely down at the wood of the Boardwalk. )

Yeah, I don't really.... know what's going on? I feel... weird. Where are we...?