[ After going inside to retrieve the keys to the unused car, Peter had hightailed it out of his childhood home, the place not inherently holding that much comfort for him. And anyway, he'd have an easier time looking out for Spike if he was waiting outside for him. At least that's what he told himself.
Sitting on the steps that led to the front door, Peter waited, on the lookout for any familiar passerby's. Once he saw who he was looking for, he pushed himself upright, starting the trek across their front yard. His own hands shoved in his pockets, he'd always felt exceedingly out of place here and his expression, everything about him, showed it. Making his way over to Spike, he sighs, more than a little familiar with the look the other man was giving the place. ]
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Sitting on the steps that led to the front door, Peter waited, on the lookout for any familiar passerby's. Once he saw who he was looking for, he pushed himself upright, starting the trek across their front yard. His own hands shoved in his pockets, he'd always felt exceedingly out of place here and his expression, everything about him, showed it. Making his way over to Spike, he sighs, more than a little familiar with the look the other man was giving the place. ]
Hey, Spike.