[Peter simply....raises a hand to his forehead, rubbing it back and forth. Of course it couldn't just be simple. He'd been fine with a general sense of compulsion to want to be nearby Sally. But no, it's more than that.

What a mess. I'll have to be very careful. It's a good thing I have practice with not- no, don't think that.]

He cuts himself off mentally and very firmly pictures...space. Just....space. A black nothingness that hopefully prevents any transmissible thought.]

I'm....afraid so. I think.