Flynn freezes when Peter winces away and then reality hits and just like that all their escapist evasive maneuvers go up in flames. He doesn't raise his head but his eyes widen ever so slightly and his face twists with hurt and guilt and shame before he quickly averts it, fixating the far end of the room instead.

"I, uh. I should, I gotta--" He mutters something incoherently about books and gear and hurries to get over to his room.