Peter rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at the mess. Aunt May would have reamed him out for all this stuff everywhere but it was how he always worked; he spread out, made organised chaos until patterns emerged. Somehow it had happened with everything he owned as well until it was only chaos without the organised bit.
"Uh yeah, it just seemed easier, you know? I don't wanna get in anyone's way and it's just fine being on my own..." he said, picking things off from the small dinner table he had. "At least I can cook some simple stuff for myself, and I fixed a blocked drain and I know where my things are..."