With great power, comes great responsibility.

"You better not," Mary Jane said on an exhale, her frown matching his. The very thought made her chest tighten again, and it was all she could do to keep from reaching out and holding onto him. Even now, she was still afraid of what might happen to him, but his waking up had assuaged those fears enough for now, and she could manage just a little more positive thinking. There were more important things to focus on, anyway. "Look, Pete, I... I'll be the first to tell you that you need to rest, and I want you to do that, but I really, really have to talk to you."