By the time Kinner gets into the little shed and passes his flashlight over the dark little storage area the kid in the red costume has pulled his buddy in a black costume fully into his arms, limp though the other was, and had huddled up into the furthest corner away from all the growling, snuffling, and scratching against the door. He's clearly crying by the sounds coming from him and the tremble of his shoulders, even though he still has his mask on.

"C-come on man.." Peter hiccups around his own choked back sobs but looks up at the people trying to squeeze into this tiny shed. After a few seconds too long he starts struggling to get to his feet, refusing to let go of the younger man. "Help. Help him!"