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[quipsandthwips]

Would if I could, kid, but home's pretty far away.

[But there's a long pause. A considerable one.]

... Alright, I'll just sit down here until you're ready to talk to me.

[If you think for one moment he's not going to sit down on the ground below and wait until Miles ushers him to actually come in, you're sorely mistaken, because he does just that. He's a patient guy, y'know? Just maybe wishes he had his handheld gaming device to use, the one he had on stake-outs (now owned by Brianna, a much wiser choice for it).

He sits. And waits.]

[mileages]

[ UGH!

UGH UGH UGH!

Does that sound like Miles stomping in place?

A moment of silence, then some muffled yelling -- like he's yelling into a pillow or something.

Aaaand then oh, look at that, he's opening his window.

Don't be weird spider-sense, don't be weird. ] Do you really need water?

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[He sits with his forehead on his knees, and sighs.]

... I'm dehydrating by the second...

[Looking up from down below, he smiles hopefully.]

Am I not gonna be ignored until the early morning hours? Because I gotta say, I'm dedicated to the concept, but I really don't want to sit out here until 2 AM.

[mileages]

Nah, man, I'm not gonna make you sit out there until 2 AM.

You coming in or not?

[ Look, if they're gonna have whatever weird conversation Peter thinks they're gonna have, might as well get it over with. ]

Why are you really here, Pete?

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Well...

[He starts his shifty little wallcrawl, once he knows he's all clear, and starts making his way through the window.]

I just wanted to make sure you were okay... You were pretty troubled earlier. And I feel like you have a lot to talk about with the whole — Spider-Man thing, that you haven't really got to before. And if the other Spider-Man was anything like me, he'd want to make sure you had a chance.