That's honestly a lot better so far as comfort goes. Already the chill of the shed is starting to sink in, but Miles is warm next to him so Peter shifts to let Miles lean on him as much as the other wants. Sitting still isn't usually something he's good at in any capacity. His anxiety and spider senses keep him on edge and moving more often than not.
But there's no where here to move. And the snow is making everything so quiet. Aside from the wind there's nothing really for his senses to twig on. Even with his eyes adjusting to the dark Peter can see that there's no real sense in getting up.
And it's warm like this. Sitting and talking isn't so bad.
"God, that sounds like the worst. Imagine getting mosquito bites on top of that? My skin just tried to crawl out of itself imagining it. It would itch and sting so much." He leans his head back against the barrel with a sigh. "They didn't teach you anything cool? Like knot tying or whatever? I never joined up either everything I know about the boy-scouts I saw on TV."
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But there's no where here to move. And the snow is making everything so quiet. Aside from the wind there's nothing really for his senses to twig on. Even with his eyes adjusting to the dark Peter can see that there's no real sense in getting up.
And it's warm like this. Sitting and talking isn't so bad.
"God, that sounds like the worst. Imagine getting mosquito bites on top of that? My skin just tried to crawl out of itself imagining it. It would itch and sting so much." He leans his head back against the barrel with a sigh. "They didn't teach you anything cool? Like knot tying or whatever? I never joined up either everything I know about the boy-scouts I saw on TV."