"So what you're s-saying is that I'm due for getting lost in Newark myself. Have you filled t-the quota for yourself?"

In truth, Peter's having a hard time concentrating enough to be too witty or clever. It's difficult to remember the details of the stories he wants to tell to lighten the mood in here. It's all like a whisper in his head struggling to be overheard over a constant repetition of how cold he is. How they need to get back to the base. If anyone will notice they're not there. It's so cold. Peter gives a full bodied shiver and trails off to listen to Miles. Where May Parker sometimes feeds into his own anxiety and vice-versa, Missus Miles' Mom sounds (sounded, a tiny voice reminds him through the cold) like the sturdy pillar stone of his family. Sort of how Uncle Ben had been for them. He wouldn't want Peter to be panicking now, especially not with someone younger to look after. He'd be giving Peter that same patient look until the youngest Parker realized for himself what the responsible course of action was. It steadies the elder Spider-Man from trembling with anything more than the cold.

He has to be strong for Miles. They're in this situation because of him, the least he can do is hold it together until morning when they can... going out into the cold again makes his stomach turn instinctively. But they have to. They can't stay here. Once it's light out again...

Once it's light out again.

"It's a good way to look at life. " He agrees quietly. "Makes everything seem like...l-like an adventure."