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“Everybody's sick for something they find fascinating.” It's a quote Peter's heard once or twice in his life. Occasionally, he'll wonder just what he's 'sick' for—because this time it's not literal, thank god—and other times he knows /exactly/ what it's for. It's Matt. It's been Matt for a long time.
He's heaving and suffering and metaphorically ill for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, Matt will still be there. That he'll be the one person who won't gape at the bloody wreck his suit has become and won't gag at the stench of it as he drops it in the washer, because Matt's suit'll be there right after. And then they'll take a quiet shower together, helping wash away each other's guilt.