Pep talks with Peter
The man tilts his head and smiles lazily, kissing his daughters forehead and setting her onto Miles bed to sit. Slowly, he sits at the edge of the bed to look down at Miles.
Still curled up on the bear and burying his face into it, Miles speaks.
“Peter, why are you in my room?” He asks, his voice muffled into the soft cushioning of the big bear. His face felt hot from the tears he had been crying, his voice still a bit watery despite his attempts to mask the fact he’s been crying. The boy hears a shuffling noise, as if someone was… moving on the bed?? He almost wants to look up, but he doesn’t.
Peter pats the space next to him.
“Come on kid, let’s talk ‘bout this.” He instructs. His voice is soft and and comforting as he speaks. His daughter peaks her head from behind her fathers back, a lazy smile on her face as well.
“Pleaaaaaase?” She pleads. Miles let’s put a playful groan, then a soft giggle.
He knew he couldn’t say no to Mayday. Trust me, NOBODY could.
Miles gets up and sits down on the bed, smiling and playfully nudging the man.
“Did you *have* to bring your daughter to talk about my relationship issues?” Miles raises a brow and playfully asks, he crosses his arms and lets out a small loose smile.
Peters presence always made him feel better, even though he’d never admit it.
Mayday and Peter look at eachother, then back at Miles.
“I didn’t have a sitter.” Peter remarked.
“and we missed you!” Mayday added, getting up from the bed and making ‘grabby hands’ up at Miles. With a small smirk, he picks her up and lays her against his chest.
“Yeah, she wanted to come cause she missed you, Miles.” Peter starts, a small frown on his face.
“We *all* do.” He adds, giving Miles a small squeeze on his shoulder.
At that moment, Miles felt a lump forming in his throat.
He felt bad for leaving so abruptly, not telling anyone about why he was leaving or even talking to them at all. He sighs in response, looking down at Mayday then back up at Peter.
He covers one of her ears and brings the other closer to his chest to try and insure she wouldn’t hear him speak.
“Peter… I don’t think I’m ever coming back to the spider society.” He whispers.
Some would think that he was whispering because he didn’t want Mayday to hear… but although it was part of the reason.. it wasn’t the *full* reason.
He was whispering because he felt guilty.
Peters friendly and sheepish facial expression withers into one of straight agony. It physically pained him to hear Miles say that. To know he was quitting.
Miles turns the other way and closes his eyes tightly. He couldn’t look at Peters face. He just… couldn’t! The last time he saw Peter look at him so… hurt was during that chase.
Though this time, Peter wasn’t hurt at the error of his own ways.. he was hurt because of Miles.
And that just made Miles feel worse about everything.
There’s silence for awhile, and it’s loud. Louder than anything Miles has ever heard.
‘Please… please say something.’ He silently pleads in his head. He needed to be told something. He needed to be told Peter wasn’t mad. That Peter wasn’t going to leave. He needed to be told that Peter would be the one constant that he has in his life.
He just… needed to be told something.
He was about to cry. He felt it coming quick and hot, and just as he was starting to overthink… Peter broke the silence
“Love hurts.” He began, looking up at the ceiling.
“You’re at that stage of your love life where you were so close to having something-“ While speaking, he looks back down at his hands. Balling his hands up into a fist and shaking it violently as he speaks. He puts a strain into his voice as he says ‘So close’
“-Yet you didn’t get it.” He plainly stated, the strain in his voice now gone. He takes his hands out from the fist shape they were in, waving the left one up and putting the right one to rest on the bed.
“And now… you wanna give up.” He rests a hand on Miles shoulder, using the other one to move in front of him.
“I’ve been there… I mean… Remember when I met you? I was newly divorced and miserable. Living on my own and…” He pauses for a moment, knowing the next part of what he was going to say would hit too close to home for Miles comfort.
“I had no constants in my life.” He spits out, looking into Miles eyes.
That’s the moment when Miles noticed that him and Peter were more alike than he was really calm with. Before he could speak or protest or something… Peter spoke out again.
“But if I gave up there I wouldn’t be here to help you now. In fact, you wouldn’t even be doing that right now.” He points to Miles chest, where a sleeping Mayday was laying her head.
“Sometimes… you just gotta be like…” He waves his hands, trying to find the words and what to say.
“Nah, Ima do my own thing.” He smirked, flipping his wrist and gliding his hand straight before laying himself down on the bed. They share a glance before sharing a good laugh with one another, Miles laying next to him and gently playing with Maydays hair.
“Seriously though, kid. Sometimes you gotta just… take things into your own hands and.. you know - make your own constants.” He softly advises, scooping Mayday up from Miles arms and opening up his portal.
“Anyway, lecture over. Listen kid, just don’t run away from who you love and… stop quitting.” He let’s a goofy smile escape his lips yet again, walking through the portal and leaving Miles to ponder his thoughts.
Miles let’s out a smile, glancing over at his own watch on his dresser.
He puts it on and opens a portal
To headquarters he went.