Peter kind of feels like an idiot because he’s never had branzino, and now he’s having to have someone else cut the fish properly for him; brown eyes slide over to watch the one he assumed was Philip take the fish for him and do the honors, and their gazes catch just briefly when it’s pushed back in his direction. Peter can’t help but notice that the guy has rather nice eyes; they look a bit like Gwen’s, but they’re [ intelligent ] and he can’t really help but stare after him a while longer before his head turns and he’s trying to listen to what Mrs. Stacy is talking about.
He picks up his fork again and starts to poke at the inside of his fish, managing to get a bit of the flavored meat into it and guide it towards his mouth; lips part and envelop the end of the fork to pull it off and start to chew the food quietly, but then there’s his attention being redirected again and he looks back towards where the question had come from. It was Gwen’s brother again, and for a moment, Peter wonders if he’s really that interesting that someone would want to know about him like that. Aside from Gwen of course, but maybe this was normal for the family to get to know whoever it was that their daughter brought home. The potential boyfriend test or something.
“Uh,” he starts, taking a moment to swallow what’s in his mouth before continuing. Peter waves his fork a little bit as he talks, eyes dropping to his plate because he’s not one that’s good about keeping his eyes on someone when he talks to them. He’s always nervous, especially now because the Chief of Police was [ right there ], sitting at the head of the table. “Well… go to school and stuff, finishing up high school. I take pictures for the press and the school newspaper too, but other than that, I’m not too big into extracurricular activities or anything. Kinda boring, I know.”
Philip and his brothers passed small smirks and soft sniggers aimed at the direction of the other boy, but Philip turned his head in just enough time to see him staring, the corner of plump lips curling up into a smile. Okay, so he wasn’t that bad --- not the worst person that Gwen had brought home, but still, by the looks that Gwen was passing to him, that was complete no go territory. He rubs at his nose slightly, watching as the conversation slips from him, to Gwen, and when Howard pipes up about New York’s newest vigilante -- Philip’s eyes roll.
“I don’t see the problem. No offence Dad, NYPD doesn’t exactly work as hard as they really should when it comes to petty crimes.” And it seemed like that was the thing to start off a whole spiel, and argument between the family. He knew exactly where his father was coming from, but god -- it was nothing to start a full on blow out about. Philip rolls his eyes softly, attention turning back to the food, but he really wants to argue back. It’s not like he hasn’t really ever fought with his father. It’s how most of the arguments go in the house, but he can only sit and watch as the conversation bounces between people, distracting himself with cutting up Simon’s food for him.
But he stops himself, and turns to Peter “What do you think about Spider-Man? That’s what the press are calling him, right Dad? Spider-Man. I don’t know -- All I know, is you don’’t shut up about it.” Philip! It’s okay, Helen. It seemed like the whole family was now baited on the fact that someone had just spoke up in the way that he had, but Philip stood up, brushing down the crumbs off of his trousers, before turning to Peter and giving a small smile “I’ll be out on the balcony if you want to get away from the egos.”
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