[ part of sam can tell there's are going to be hundreds and hundreds of questions, and he doesn't blame the kid for having them. he remembers his first few days here and the uncertainty and confusion around it all. he waits for the confirmation, that peter actually takes a breath and gives his thumbs up. okay. step one, good.

peter jumps to the opportunity for the walk, jumping into the hallway and sam joins him not long after. he's still processing a bit himself, what it means, how they even get here, and honestly the only reason he's got a place to start is that the feeling that peter is about to have? is probably going to feel a bit like what he hasn't yet gone through. reverse deja vu. is that a thing? ]

There's a lot going on that will probably seem cool, once the shock wears off. [ sam slides his hands into the pockets of his trousers, walking casually down the hallway, letting peter pace or follow or really get out any of that energy as he needs to. ] So you know how I just said time moved the same here? I was wrong, apparently. You and I are from...I don't know. Different times, I guess? Strange probably could explain it better - he's here too, by the way - but...

[ sam sighs, not because he's worried or down. if anything, he has the kind of levity that comes when you know you're about to give good news. sam looks over at peter with a small smile, then shrugs. ] To cut to the chase here, kid, the war is over back home. We won.