A date. Peter’s going on a date with you, his soulmate. He obviously knows your souls are connected and hearts are intertwined, blah, blah, but you actually like him. He does another silent cheer, trying to fix his tie.

He hears you walking up to the front door, and races over to greet you. “Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe, trying to be cool. “You’re early.” Are you? He’s just babbling nervously.

As long as you don’t find out he’s Spider-Man, it’ll be fine. Right?