I'm not being weird! [He's so indignant about it, that he can't even appreciate Peter squeezing through that tiny gap and almost faceplanting.] You're talking like I'm saying things I ain't saying.

[And then, out loud, he says what he was thinking.] Aw shit, this place is haunted. It's messing with our heads.

[It's half sarcastic, but also... It could happen. There's no place in El Nysa safe from the perpetual mindfuck. He hasn't traced this back to the ear cuff, since he hasn't thought about in awhile and the reason it wasn't on in the first place was because he doesn't like the thought share. Sometimes when you get cold, you just forget why you weren't wearing it in desperation for sweet relief.]