Who: Peter B and Miles What: How do spiders diagnose health issues? Where: Their place When: Today
If Miles was sick and actually admitting to feeling crummy Peter had no doubt he was probably worse than he made it out to be, or he was just playing it up for sympathy, it was hard to say really but the point remained. Miles wasn't feeling good, exactly how bad he felt still remained to be seen but Peter thought he could help him out a little bit.
After being a little bit more brave recently he thought he could probably chance a trip through the doors, just long enough to find some soup and maybe a little something for the sniffles and hopefully Miles would be right as rain before too long. It wasn't like Peter had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, his abilities had kept him sniffle free since he'd been a teen, but he was pretty sure soup and sleep cured this kind of stuff.
So that was what he'd done, gone through the doors on his own for once, which mean he was coming back with his arms full of a couple of shopping bags, he'd picked up some kleenexes and a few different kinds of medicine as well as a couple bowls of soup, if Miles was gonna get to enjoy some nice hot ramen then Peter wasn't gonna miss out on account of not being sick. He dropped everything off and went to check in on Miles.
"How you holding up?" He asked after he'd knocked gently on his door, "Still feeling as dramatic as earlier? Or are you feeling up to some ramen?"