Killed in the Dakota Riots. Immediately, Peter felt nothing but sympathy for the poor kid. There was nothing worse than losing someone that you loved - he knew all about that. Harry had died recently. His Uncle Ben had passed a few years before that, something that Peter never thought he'd fully recover from. There was always a sting in his chest that he could never quite bite back when he thought of how his uncle had looked during those last moments in which he saw him. Bloody, afraid, dying. Peter looked over at Virgil quite seriously; he wanted to reach out and give his shoulder a squeeze, but he didn't know if that would be something that Virgil would be comfortable with. "I'm really sorry about your Mom. At least you got a chance to see her one last time?"
Peter took a bite from his cereal, listening attentively as Virgil explained the situation to him. Well, not so much as explained since those weren't exactly details. But it was a fine start. "Does he know that? I mean, about you loving him like a friend? Have you talked to him about it?"