"So?" Tony asks, looking sincere. "Do you think you need to proof anything to me, Pete? Because you don't. I know you're strong. I know you're sixteen. And I know you eat candy like you're three. I don't care. Whatever you need, I'm not going to judge you about. Well.. maybe about the candy. I judge that a little. But not something serious. I hope you'd know that about me by now."

He wondered about the other question and shook his head. "I haven't seen Dread yet. By the way, you're on dishes duty for lunch and dinner according to Gwen when you didn't show up for breakfast."