John erupted out in laughter. Just really the medicine he needed while sipping on the garbage instant coffee. Peter really was sort of insane, with how he felt, but it was a good thing. John honestly in someways envied the man and how he was so openly madly in love, considering it was just recently he told Kitty that he loved her. It was weird how being turning into a woman, then a child and back to himself did things to a person.
Then tentacles. John would shudder at the thought.
"Pft." He leaned back some. "Assholes. Plural. More than one. Multiple battered assholes." John corrected with ease, happy to coax a reaction from the other man. "Just a gaggle of assholes being all battered together in a sack. Like one of those gross, scratch burlap ones too. Not even a nice one." Shaking his head he managed a laugh. "But yes, I get it. I look like shit. I'm very well aware."
"Right? Blue fur ball guy named Beast. The beastiest thing I had to fight." A droll look on his face. "He had fucking glasses and was like a scientist or some shit."