steepling his fingers Alright, kid. Spill.

We've noticed you leaving abruptly, missing check-ins. Last week, you were gone for six hours with no explanation.

leaning against the wall, arms crossed We're not angry, Peter. We're concerned.

Concerned isn't the word I'd use. Try suspicious. You've been acting weird for months.

from the sofa, raising an eyebrow You're sweating, kid. It's seventy degrees in here.

quietly I... it's nothing. Really. Just... personal stuff.

Personal stuff. Right. stands, walking closer Because the last time you said "personal stuff," you were fighting a weapons smuggling ring in Queens without backup.

adjusting his glasses Peter, whatever it is—you can tell us. That's what a team does.

booming voice softened Indeed, young spider. A burden shared is a burden halved.

looks at his phone again, then back at the team It’s almost four thirty. I... I have to go.

blocking his path Not until you tell me what’s so important you skip training, lie to your teammates, and—

voice cracks I have to pick up my daughter, okay?

slowly Your... what?