[ with his free hand, he threads his fingers through Charlie's hair, because the guy seriously looks like he needs the reassurance right now.

(And Peter wants to touch him anyway, because who wouldn't, seriously? That, and he needs that comfort of him being there, alive and warm.) ]

Couple of weeks, they said. Maybe three, to be on the safe side. The slime they've got you soaking in is supposed to help.

Now, here. [ Peter brings the cup to Charlie's lips, tipping it gently. ] Drink, okay?