Worried, yes. Worried even more since he was trying not to think about it. But it was in that silence those thoughts and feelings were the loudest, and he hadn't realized he was pacing again until Peter appeared and pointed it out.

Well, at least he was getting used to the younger man appearing and disappearing the way he did. He ran a hand through his hair, made a noise that probably sounded like "Yeah", and after eating some they were more or less on their way.

There was the notion of what if they were carriers - but Matt dismissed it pretty quickly. No one was likely to come back for survivors for days, and during that time those people would get infected anyway. If him and Peter weren't contagious they had a chance to help.

Almost all the stores were looted, but not all very thoroughly, and scavenging for some additional canned goods and bottles of water took a while. Neither of them complained since it was something to do that had a goal in sight.

Still, the sun was on its way down when they set out. Matt had given Peter one of the flashlights for later. Most of loot was in the apartment - it was too risky to carry around with so many people desperate for it - but Peter could teleport back and forth for it as they went. Having an intensely superpowered friend had its advantages.

Cause yeah, Matt would probably count Peter among his friends by then.

They'd worked themselves up to the tenth floor of the first building they chose to enter when they had their first real encounter with someone else, having managed to stay below the radar for the most part, and it was a tense one.

Matt reached out, pulled Peter back. "There's someone here", he whispered, motioning for him to stay quiet, and they both heard the fractured thinking further down the hall. Who's there, go away, I'll kill you, fucking conspiracy--