When Peter wakes up that morning, he doesn't realize that his eyes are completely red. He's oblivious as he whistles and goes to the bathroom for a drink of water--he's been in a far better state than he has been. Mostly by actively not thinking of the circumstances of Blue's death and his responsibility in it, he's always been Mr. Denial, but what the Admin had said about 'confirming death' had given him a new sort of hope. Even though with every day that passes and she's not back, a little more of that hope dies.

Rocket's still not back.

But having Stephen, Flynn, and the Cat around had really helped support him, and he was working through it. He wasn't there yet, if Blue doesn't come back he might never get there, wherever the proverbial there was, and if Rocket didn't come back he would never get there no matter if they got back home or not, but he was...better.

And better was more than he could hope for in a place like this, in a time like this.

So of course, when he catches sight of his eyes in a reflection, there's a wild yell.

"The hell happened to my eyes?!"