[Isaac just listens to Peter, keeping his mouth shut as prompted, but not entirely sure why- or to what purpose. He stares at him, head tilted as he speaks, sort of understanding the reasoning behind his words, but still... maybe a little amused by it all.]

Your balls were telling you to listen to me. Great. At least I have them on my side.

[But he's laughing, rolling onto his stomach and shoving Peter away playfully.] Apology unnecessary, but accepted. You stayed holed up in that cage with me for weeks, making sure I didn't lose it. I can stand to wait a bit while you play feelings tetris.