St. John laughing was a good thing. Sure, it was a distraction of sorts, but in times like these, with situations like these -- sometimes that was what was necessary. They couldn't do anything about what was already in the past. But what they could do was prove to each other and themselves that it was over, that things went on. That laughing was still okay, and they could be idiots and have fun and make jokes and ....
and things could be fine. They could be fine.
That felt important.
"A ridiculous genius muppet. That you pissed off?" Peter asked, eyebrows raising. He'd hear more about this, if he was able.