Miguel had turned to watch when he'd heard Bonnie's voice. "Nobody kicked me out, I just haven't picked a place yet," he explained. He picked random empty rooms, a different one every few nights, and made himself a web up in the most-hidden corner (usually in one of the bedrooms) and slept in there. He ate small amounts from his different stashes throughout the days, well aware of how his muscles ached if he didn't eat regularly and his metabolism started trying to get nutrients from somewhere, and never once considered picking one apartment and staying in it. He couldn't settle. Too restless, too anxious.
He didn't want to think about what the Station people thought the three of them deserved. True, Dr Cuddy had been nothing but nice to him, and Sarah had made the contacts that meant he didn't always need his glasses on. And even when Higgs had been on the station, the farming lady, AJ had been kind. But there was also his other self, and they hadn't gotten on at all when they'd met (understandable, really). Maryanne had threatened to eat them, and he was pretty certain that wasn't an empty threat, even now. And Loki... he reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck, the scar where the Norse god had dug around in there with a dagger still visible, and forced himself not to shudder. So he missed what was said, as he pulled his thoughts away from wherever Loki had taken him to.
And then Bonnie was crying, her colors swirling, and he really didn't know what to do. He glanced at Bucky, eyebrow raised as if to say "What the shock?", and then slowly walked over towards them both. "What's your fault?" he asked, clearly confused.