[ he listens to pete quietly, giving him the time to parse his thoughts together and say what he wants to say. the deeper he gets into his account of what happened between him and doc ock though, the more unsettled and sickened he feels in the pit of his stomach.

he can't begin to imagine what it would feel like to be the backseat driver of your own mind while someone else controls your body and actions.

the intrusiveness and helplessness of it all sends a sharp chill down his spine. ]

No. No, you have every right to not want to associate with any version of Octavius after what you went through. And you don't have to. [ he just wants to make that point clear. ] Are you going to be okay or is there anything you need me to do for you?