Peter sets the coffee mug back down and stares down into tan liquid before offering a half hearted shrug. One of the nights he’d stayed at the penthouse he’d told Tony about his issues with sleep-why it was always so hard to fall asleep. Or, he hadn’t actually said the words. He’d more started to say them, chickened out and let Tony fill in the blanks.

“I don’t think there’s anything to do, Mr Stark.” He says honestly. “I mean-it’s been six years and I still can’t talk about it-not without thinking about it. And I mean I don’t usually think about it-about him but I can’t sleep so maybe I do in a way-I don’t typically have nightmares about him but then you can’t really have nightmares if you’re waaay over tired.” He sighs and take another drink of coffee, sinking into his seat.

“I never meant to-but May would usually just wake up on the bad nights and make hot chocolate. And then we’d sit on the couch and watch Netflix until I fell asleep-but that’s not really an option.”