Not hesitating a moment, Mary Jane crossed to the bed to sit beside him, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, her legs tucked up at her other side. Telling him to relax was obviously not going to do any good, but staying close couldn't hurt. It may not have helped, but it was something.

"I'm scared, Pete," she admitted on an exhale, not realizing she'd spoken until the words had already left her mouth. Of course, it was stating the obvious, and one of the biggest understatements possible. She just didn't think she needed to mention that retrospectively. He probably knew, anyway.