"Yeah, I know," Peter says with a nod. Kitty was pretty and it makes him a little nervous. He smiles back, in his own awkward, crooked kind of way.
"I'm Peter. I've been here for about, uh..." He has to stop and think about it now. "Three months now?" That sounds about right. He hopes it doesn't sound too weird. Sometimes when he tells people how long he's been here, it kinda feels like he's talking about how many months he's served of a prison sentence. And this wasn't prison, even if sometimes it felt like it.
When Kitty sets the glass down in front of him, his brows furrow, and he looks up at her face with a frown. There's nothing really perceptibly wrong when he looks at her. But when he does, he gets a tiny scratch at the back of his neck. It's not one of his Spidey-senses. Maybe it's just intuition.
"Hey, Kitty." He pauses there, hesitating. "Are you -- are you doing okay?"
Re: Closed to Kitty
"I'm Peter. I've been here for about, uh..." He has to stop and think about it now. "Three months now?" That sounds about right. He hopes it doesn't sound too weird. Sometimes when he tells people how long he's been here, it kinda feels like he's talking about how many months he's served of a prison sentence. And this wasn't prison, even if sometimes it felt like it.
When Kitty sets the glass down in front of him, his brows furrow, and he looks up at her face with a frown. There's nothing really perceptibly wrong when he looks at her. But when he does, he gets a tiny scratch at the back of his neck. It's not one of his Spidey-senses. Maybe it's just intuition.
"Hey, Kitty." He pauses there, hesitating. "Are you -- are you doing okay?"