"New York is just littered with the remains of your icy clothes, I'm sure." He grinned while Bobby flexed for him, showing off as he teased. "Don't worry we've got a Jan, she'll keep you clothed." He promised.
Like this, still on the ground as Bobby got to his feet it was very apparent both how tight his pants were as we as just how much he filled them out, "I'm sure they can be, you should try the sweatpants life sometime." Sure he'd mostly given them up since he'd gotten here, but Peter would never deny the comfort of sweatpants - no matter what people thought of them.
"Yes, I think maybe," He agreed and once he was up too with his own discarded shirt in hand they were up on the rooftops again finding Bobby's scattered clothing. "I'm right over there," He tipped a head in the direction of his house and then considered for a moment before he wrapped an arm around Bobby's middle tugging him close.
"Just hang on," He rarely got to do this sort of thing anymore, so you know why not, and with Bobby held tight against him, Peter thwipped them from the rooftop down a couple of houses to the one that was his, setting them both down on the ground in front of the blue one he'd chosen when he arrived months ago, "Here we are, the Spider-Cave."
It wasn't much of course, just like his place back home - well maybe not just like his place back home but it was cobbled together from things he'd found here and there, but it worked. "Come on, I'd offer you a tour of the place, but it'll become pretty apparent that it's not really necessary." As he'd said it wasn't much, the furnishings were sparse, but all things considered Peter had the sneaking suspicion that Bobby was far more interested in his bedroom than anywhere else in the house. So that's where he lead them once they were in. "I've got the important furniture taken care of, as you can see." No couch because well - just because, but there was a bed and as it was that was the most important feature of the whole home.