[ Every time he hears that telltale clang of Peter clipping a fire escape Miles winces and looks back to make sure he's alright. He doesn't look like he's glitching out, yet, which is a relief. Peter looks like he's been through enough without having to deal with the whole... atoms decaying thing. For the most part things seem pretty peaceful and he finds himself easily dividing his attention between navigating and keeping an eye out to make sure no one's paying close attention to the air above their heads. The last thing either of them needs is for Peter's face to get spread across some weird tabloid site.

Visions is quiet, only a few lights on in the dorms from students who didn't go home on the weekend for whatever reason. Miles hops inside, pulling off his mask again and turning on the light on the way over to his dresser. There are action figures on the desk, some Spider-Man comics spread out alongside a notebook covered in distinctive graffiti art. The room is becoming more comfortable now that he's finding his stride and it shows. ]

I think I got some stuff that might fit you, hold on. [ It takes a little rummaging but eventually he comes up victorious. He tosses Peter some pants with an elastic waist (not sweats, Miles isn't that cruel) along with a few shirts and hoodies so he can pick something that he likes. He also sends a quick text to May, letting her know that he's going to be dropping by with a guest real soon. ]

So, how long have you been doing the whole Spider-Man gig? Since you're the veteran and all.