"Nice try," Peter huffed shaking his head and sliding Miles a glass of coke rather than the alcohol he'd been trying for.
Peter raised an eyebrow when he mentioned Gwen having a real drink, "You'll have to ask her what she's been drinking." He said evasively and then paused considering how old she was, "I don't think she's older than the other Gwen. But I think that means she's still older than you my friend."
It was a lot to take in, Peter knew and Miles wasn't going to be fine just because he looked okay right now, but they'd figure it out right?
"Look we're gonna get you taken care of, there'll be a phone for you somewhere around here, and if you want your own place you can have it, but I've got space too." He added, because of course he'd make room for Miles if he wanted it. "It's your choice, but this is going to be okay."