Things had been getting back to normal since they'd all decided that the sickness thing was overrated and collectively gotten over it. Or as normal as things ever were in a place like this, considering the arrival of a hearty burger breakfast that left Peter with some of the worst heartburn he could ever remember having in his life.
It had been worth it though, he decided as he finally drifted off to sleep that night.
But it was a new day and he'd been making plans for Pancho's, trying to widen their menu and what he'd need to make something like that a reality. But plans for that were put on hold when he got back and saw Claire on the couch shivering, his spider senses cluing him in faster than he might have noticed on his own that something was up. God he'd really missed those.
"Hey," He said as he approached her seeing the way she was shaking despite it not being nearly cold enough for something like that, "I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but you don't look so hot." Which was - well not totally true, but in the moment it was probably as close as he was gonna get.
He approached her going down on one knee there beside the couch and pressing a hand to her forehead, "I think maybe you've finally succumbed to the illness that took the rest of us out, if this fever is any indication."