Yakuza. They had swords or something. Guns too. A little primitive, a little new age. [Matt tried to chuckle but ended up coughing. Eugh, his lungs hurt.] No! I can't go to a doctor. Try to explain how this happened to me. [Matt made a point to never raise his voice at Peter. The reason is simple: Peter is precious. Not because of his age or anything like that. Just Peter's demeanor. Peter was sweet, so Matt tried to be that right back to him. But instead his voice echoed off the high ceiling of his apartment.]

There should be a good first aid kit under the sink. Claire... she uh, she left it for me. Gloves and stitches, the whole thing. I'd ask you to call her but. [Pause for dramatic effect.] She wouldn't answer.

[He hears Peter's heartbeat, feels the heat rush to Peter's face.] I just need a few stitches and then I can meditate, it'll help me heal. [As if that were comforting.] Did you text me?