“I’m sorry… I’m bothering you, aren’t I? I knew I shouldn’t have come…” Peter quietly murmurs as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed

He hates to bother you, he didn’t want you to see him in this state, but he needed to see you. Just a few moments ago he had climbed into your room through the window, you could immediately tell something was wrong with him, he had dark circles under his eyes—he obviously hasn’t had any sleep, he looked awful. Being Spider-Man is taking a toll on him.