"Okay," Rich says faintly, and he avoids looking through the portal, because thank God it's someone else's job to deal with the bullshit for once.
Instead he walks over to Peter and places his hand on his shoulder.
"Go home," he says, even though Peter already said he wanted to go home. "And please find and kill the whatever-it-was I let out that was wearing your face."
He doesn't let go of Peter's shoulder. Instead, he just closes his eyes tight and leans heavily against him, like the hand on his shoulder is one of the only things holding him up right now.
"M'sorry. It should've been you. The real you." He'd failed. It was probably just inevitable; he'd failed so often when he was younger and the streak of doing it all right was probably just never meant to last. "I screwed up. And I accidentally let Thanos out, too. And I don't know...I don't know if I'm even going to ever get back home so I can clean up the mess I made."
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Instead he walks over to Peter and places his hand on his shoulder.
"Go home," he says, even though Peter already said he wanted to go home. "And please find and kill the whatever-it-was I let out that was wearing your face."
He doesn't let go of Peter's shoulder. Instead, he just closes his eyes tight and leans heavily against him, like the hand on his shoulder is one of the only things holding him up right now.
"M'sorry. It should've been you. The real you." He'd failed. It was probably just inevitable; he'd failed so often when he was younger and the streak of doing it all right was probably just never meant to last. "I screwed up. And I accidentally let Thanos out, too. And I don't know...I don't know if I'm even going to ever get back home so I can clean up the mess I made."