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Peter being Peter, he puts every one else before himself, and right now is no exception.

He came over to your house, climbed in through the window, obviously, and is now sitting on the small couch in your bedroom, his mask discarded on the cushion beside him. Ever since he came, he has been none stop talking your ear off about his discoveries about the large lizard like being who has been prowling around the streets of New York, due to you being the only person in his life in whom he has told about his little… secret. No matter how much you try and convince him he needs to take a break and, for the love of god, get some sleep, he still persists, telling you he shouldn’t have even came and he should be put there trying to find ways to stop the lizard.

“You just need to relax.” You say, moving to stand behind your couch, your hands pressed against his suited shoulders, thumbs gently caressing his stressed muscles.

“No, i should be out there, i have to go back-” He speaks, moving to stand from the couch before he is cut off by you forcefully pulling him back down by his shoulders.

“Peter. You need to relax.”