"I don't blame you." Peter leaned back a little in his chair, wondering how long it was going to take to get the food to the table. As a young man in his late teens with superpowers, he was pretty much always hungry.
They chatted for a few minutes about little things here and there. Peter told Steve about going to school here in Preya, buying his own house, living with Scott, Cassie, Ned, and Jan, and the friends he's made. He told Steve about Honey, going red at some parts, but being honest and candid.
In a lull in the conversation, Steve asked Peter about being okay. Peter cleared his throat and shifted his weight. "I'm not... I mean, I'm not team anyone. I don't want to fight." He looked up at Steve. "Thanks."