[ Peter, at least, doesn't protest; in fact, he shifts over a little to better accommodate her. At her little gesture, he huffs out a mildly affronted breath, but does as he's told, taking another long pull from the bottle.

Partially because he doesn't want to deal with the nagging, but also because it gives him time to think of an excuse. ]

It's different. [ A little insistently, as if repeating it will make it more true. ] I mean, you guys tend to take some seriously crazy beatings. Of course I'm gonna be worried about it.

I fell wrong. That's— not really on the same level.