"No, he's not," Peter said, flatly ignoring the rest of her questions. "My Aunt and Uncle had to tough it out their whole lives. Does your father know what that's like? Has he ever had to struggle through paying medical bills? Has he ever had to scramble for money to feed his family? Without stealing? Like I said before - don't compare them to each other. They're not the same."
Peter was really looking forward to getting out of here. He should have been swinging around the city, looking for anything unusual rather than staying here and arguing with her. Of all the stupid, idiotic things he could have agreed to...
It was his feelings. He was trying to ignore them, but it wasn't easy. Not with her here and certainly not when she kept subtly finding ways to bring it up.
"You're going to steal the materials," Peter said, sighing in exasperation. "You know I can't stand here and let you do that."