Knowing that someone else would be coming around at any time, Miles was reluctant to take the mask off all the way. But he could at least tug it up above his nose, accepting the bottle to take slow, ginger sips. Which of course meant that the tail end of a burn was visible ending just above the collar of his suit, as well as the bottom of a nasty-looking bruise blossoming on the side of his face.

"I..." God but it was so nice. That kindness, the concern. It had more tears welling, whether Miles realized it or not just yet. "Yeah. No that... it's a good idea."

If something happened to Ganke and his mom because they were nice enough to take him in if god forbid Osborn wasn't stopped Miles would never forgive himself.