(catchall/open) had to have high, high hopes for a living

[spidermenaces]

Who: peter parker and you
Where: hella places cuz it's a catch-all
What: science, spiderman, music, cringe
Warnings: none? maybe violence, cuz, you know. monster fighting!

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[spidermenaces]

I'll go to the lab, thank you for holding it, man.

(it looks pretty heavy, but peter takes the plates back from vincent along with the other ones he had put next to the trash.)

Wanna come?

[depressionnap]

[Briefly, Vincent glances over Peter, then nods once before turning away.]

I will accompany you back.

[Honestly, he would feel better if he made sure Peter made it back to his lab anyway. It's probably not needed, but regardless... regardless, it is inaction that is one of Vincent's sins.

So it is better to do a bit more.]

[spidermenaces]

You're not going to mind the mess, right? Because-- I haven't cleaned it yet, gonna do that before I go home and everything.

(so, like... late. if there's help, it's nicer, but truth be told, he might just stay there... take a nap there... live there...

he does have a house, a small one, with a wonderful roommate, but sometimes he gets science-distracted.)

[depressionnap]

It shouldn't be a bother.

[short of like mold growing there, he's really not going to care much]

I'll follow. [Even though he's familiar with the location, he would rather keep an eye on Peter.]

[spidermenaces]

(dude's so serious, but at least it doesn't bother peter, who's just going to nudge him a little with his shoulder.)

Thanks, man. I like company. But, hey, how is this place treating you and everything? You good?

[depressionnap]

[The friendliness earns a glance, but nothing out of disappointment. If anything, just some mild confusion before he responds.]

It's tolerable, but also troubling. I don't much care for not knowing what's really happening here, and what happens back in our own worlds. Too many possibilities.

[spidermenaces]

You can't not care, man. If you don't care, then you're just accepting, right?

(or that's kind of how he feels. it's how he feels about himself, too. if he doesn't care enough to be spiderman, then-- it makes no sense. great power, great responsibility, even if he hasn't heard that yet.

but, here's the lab. peter's a little clumsy with opening the door, settling the plates on a table before he goes for the light switch.)

There, this is it.

[depressionnap]

I suppose so.

[But it does bother him, more than words can say. He doesn't fully understand their situation, and if there is a way to undo it. It has to be done, or waking up was absolutely useless after all.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Vincent tilts his head as they arrive. He takes only a moment to gaze outside, as if checking the perimeter before he follows Peter in.]

Do you feel secure in your workspace? [look man this is important to a former bodyguard]

[spidermenaces]

(that moment when he comes with a danger radar embedded in his brain, although it feels... off, in this place. it works just fine, but it's like it's pinging continuously, as if it was telling peter this place is a threat in itself in the background.

which makes him wonder why exactly is vincent so worried right at this moment, because it doesn't tingle more than it has been.)

I mean, yeah, we follow all the lab precautions, we're both going to wear gloves and eye protection while I'm cleaning if you're staying with me here, Mr. Valentine.