Peter looks at her. Looks at Steve's face. Looks at her again. He can't decide whether the stranger is insane and Olivia is placating him, whether Olivia has been through a little too much lately, or if he himself has just finally lost his mind. "I think we should call Walter. I need to remember what being sane feels like."

He hesitates, not wanting to leave them alone, but really needing Walter or at least a chance to gather himself. He starts to turn back toward the lab, stops to look at Steve again, and then gives Olivia one long, appraising look before giving her a squeeze before he lets go. "I'll call Broyles and Astrid too. Olivia..."

It's good to see you. I missed you. I'm glad you're all right. Alive. I love you. He touches her cheek and vanishes into the lab.

Steve doesn't say anything for a long minute, and then decides to sit down. There's a bench, thankfully, or he'd be on the floor. "There were comics. I saw some of them once, they were... But. Here?"

He looks up from his hands at Olivia, lost. "Do- Am- Do I exist here?"