For Peter, it felt like Jean's words were his own thoughts. The only way he could tell she was there was that warm fuzzy feeling his spider-sense reacted with. It was like someone was tickling his brain whenever she spoke.
Then, hot flashes of her face. Like she was moving in.
her voice rang through his skull like an echo . .
or at least what could be perceived as her voice . there likely werenโt any actual sound waves being produced .
nonetheless , he felt an intense comfort wash over him .
โ thank goodness . . some kind company ! โ
Without further ado, the telepath made her way into the lonely man's psyche. His brain waves welcoming hers as she hovers in.
`` There. You're not so alone now. ``