"Actually, people leave all the time. I just can't say where they go." And that was the worst part. Not knowing whether they went back home, or on to something better, or off to something like a true Hell. God, he tried so hard not to think about things like that! He couldn't help someone who wasn't right in front of him anymore! And Peter deserved the truth. He was stuck in the Pit now like everyone else. Better to be well armed and forewarned. At least he could do that much.

Steve patted Peter on the shoulder and pointed him at the table, "Go sit kid. I'll get the leftovers heated up and over to you real quick. Do you like grilled cheese? That's probably the fastest thing I can cook right now." He was already pulling things out of the fridge, frowning at some of the containers. You never knew when one of his roommates would eat the wrong thing. He tried to label the extras he made for them but . . . oh well. He nuked the steak and green beans and dumped it on a plate, trying to make it look a little pretty before carrying the plate to Peter, setting down a glass of water too.

"This gonna be enough, or should I start the grilled cheese? I won't lie, I'll make myself one too if you're eating."