Okay, the little chem lab was like, a work in progress. It'd seemed like a better choice to set up a new space in the store-front next to Tony's lab because A) Peter had been weird about wearing a mask and not breathing on people and Tony figured the best way to circumvent the little dude passing out was just by giving him his own space. And B) because Tony's lab was his own personal and necessary solitary space, and was very much an organized sort of clutter that no one else really needed to be around, anyway. It'd worked out best for everyone. Particularly when scavenging through Nyx's supply of randomly scavenged things. After that, it'd just been a matter of building the rest. Easy for a set of geniuses, right?
"You know," Tony said, leaning up against the doorway where he'd been standing for a while now. It'd been hard not to quietly watch the train wreck going on in front of him. Particularly because it just -- it reminded him a lot of his own Peter. Just awkward and nerdy but endearing in his own right. Tony knew they weren't the same person, but --- well. It was what it was. "Your work music is lacking."