Peter had been a moody teen once, and a weird twenty something for longer than he'd care to admit and now here he was apparently the father figure to his own moody teen? He supposed this was Aunt May's revenge for all the eye rolling he'd done at one point in his life. But at least Miles seemed willing to at least hear him out for a little bit, Peter wasn't sure how much of it he'd hear but as ever he was just gonna try his best.
"I wanted to talk," He said pushing the door open and came to sit with Miles, shoving at him just enough to make just enough room for himself down on the end where Miles feet were currently.
"I'm getting the sense that something is going on." He told him, he honestly had no clue what he was doing, he wasn't a parent, he didn't have any kind of experience with this. But Miles was someone important to him and well he was gonna damn well try. "And I wanted to see if there was something I could do. Or if you just wanted to talk about it."