Peter's chest was hard and warm. She didn't care what Tony said about it, it still felt familiar. Peter was smaller, but sometimes he felt just like how he did back home. He was funny and optimistic. He still had a strong sense of right and wrong. He gave good hugs.

It took a long time for Annie to control herself again. She lost herself in self-pity and had to find her way out again. Maybe this is what he means by practice...

She didn't make to move from his arms.

"What do I do now?" She asked into his chest as a whisper. "Everything's... everything's different now."