Peter/Claudia texts
»knowing everything i know and them being in he dark. lying to them hurts. they're my family, peter. »how do i even start that conversation? »how do i explain it? »i can't...i can't do this, peter. i can't. i'm not built for this »they'll look me different. thet won't see me the same. it'll ruin everything and i'll lose my family and oh, god i think i'm having a pan
[the text is sent, half unfinished, and she calls him, her breaths are short and quick and she's talking barely in a whisper]
"Talk to me, Peter. Anything. Words. I'm having...a panic attack."