Miles just stared at the bar as it sunk in. This sucked. He sighed, quiet for an unusually long time. This wasn't even like the whole Fisk thing. He had choices then. What choice did he have now?
Nothing. Because either way, here is where he was.
"...I guess it could be worse..." He started slowly, then smiled a little. "At least there's a Gwen?" Yup, he was teasing. Sort of. He looked at Per and nodded.
"We did it before. We can do it again. Right?" He held out a fist for Peter to bump and then nodded. "Sooooo can I get a drink?"