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“dinner?” liam crossed the open threshold, gently trying to shut the door behind her before following after gwen. she slipped one shoe off at a time while trying to follow, a little surprised but pleasantly enjoying the warmth of the home. “didn’t realize there would be dinner when you invited me.”

liam turns towards him now, a bit more sincere and a whole lot less smug, "like i said, i don't pick this stuff out, and it's pointless to try and make any meaning out of it, because it'll probably drive you crazy. i'm not a psychic, but that's one guarantee i can dish out if you go down that path."

“yeah well y’know- uh, it helps with rent i guess— bills.” he nodded his head, as if by adding the detail of bills somehow made him sound older, more mature, than he actually was. “who doesn’t love dogs? that’s just weird.” he doesn’t really see it as a job most days, and if he hadn’t needed the money, he probably wouldn’t take it. shuffling around the room, he moves closer and takes a seat. the smell hits peter just as he sits, and it’s only then does the hunger in his stomach finally reignite. it grumbles, filling the otherwise silence between them. “thank you, for the the food and the-“ he motions at his head, even though marc really hasn’t done much for that. “i appreciate it, a lot.” he lifts a fork, poking at the pasta before taking a curious bite. it’s food. it’s enough for him. “so are you like… a uh- mummy ? or…”

he’s alert on all his movements for a minute or so before he can no longer resist gently tapping at his sides, and even rocking slightly on his feet.

the extent of what liam knows is that there is danger afoot. but there’s always danger afoot, so it’s hardly a clue into what shit storm she’ll be facing. clearly it must be big, if there’s a chance she won’t be going in the only one beside sharon. regardless of what feels like a blind draft pick for a sports team, she’s happy to help. always is.

“JOKE I DO NOT!” head high and eyes narrow at the other. staring, watching, and then the seriousness falls away with liam dropping their shoulders, and starting to remove a totally soaked sweatshirt. “well joke i occasionally do, but you’ll know when i’m joking. i’m quite a hoot.” the palm of her hand gently slaps against the wall, “however, this is not one of those times, there actually is a… puddle almost like an aquarium just without the glass in the other room. i can’t even take credit— that’s on the universe and it’s… dedication to making an entrance.”

“mhm!” he nods, and while her question might not be for any purpose other than a light, surface level quip at him and his mannerisms, he decides it’s time for sharing. “my parents are— they died! so… yeah no chance for siblings really. i’ve always wondered what it would be like to have them though. brother… sister… anything!” he smiles at the thought of another parker initially, and then the idea of another parker seems utterly cursed and doomed and the smile fades. “what about you, any siblings?”

a very loud laugh erupts. peter is exhausted. he hasn’t been able to sleep through the nights lately, and with all his spider-man-ing he’s completely drained. the laugh is hysterical. her comment is hardly something funny and yet as he stands, slightly wobbling, covered in dirt and rain and mud from another late night he can’t help but laugh. “thank you!”