Dorian offered to let me stay at their place, because it's -- you know, it's safe. It's well secured. It has an Iron Man. And I certainly didn't want to impose on you again.
I just... can't go home.
The first couple nights I tried, I locked myself in the bathroom and... got drunk in a stone bathtub large enough for two people to sleep in. Which I know because one of those nights two people did sleep in it. I got Peter to come guard the bathtub with me while I sang songs from Grease into his t-shirt. "Sang" of course being used loosely.