Peter had learned super quickly that being an adult was way too hard for a fifteen year old. He had tried to learn how to fix a blocked drainpipe this week and had taken six days to fix the damn thing. He really wasn't great at this stuff yet, but everyone else didn't really feel like people he could bother. They all had stuff going on and a blocked drainpipe was hardly DEFCON one status alerts, was it? So Peter had dealt with it eventually, and had properly running water again, even if the apartment was kind of a mess. He hadn't figured out how to do laundry here either.
The knock came at the door just as he realised that he probably should have cleaned up a bit. Or have some food or drink or something for Miguel. Did Lyla need food? Probably not, right? Since she was composed of light particles forming a solid mass. Right. The door.
Peter jumped from one side of the room to the other, pulling up his hoodie just before opening the door. "Hey," he said, looking between Miguel and the literally golden-y Lyla. "Thanks for coming.. uh... it's kind of messy in here, I'm sorry about that. Don't know how it got this bad..." he said, stepping aside. "Come on in."