Peter had been feeling.... Strange. More strange than he'd attributed to the fact that he had a sudden onslaught of new abilities that he couldn't explain, this was more of an emotion that he'd never felt before. He and Leo had been together, dating, boyfriends, and whatever other term was used to describe them for some time now, but he still felt like there was so much more that he'd yet to find out about the other.

Sure, they both knew about each other's biggest secret -- Leo was a Demigod and Peter was Spiderman -- but Peter felt like there were so many other things underneath the surface that his boyfriend was keeping from him, and while it hadn't bothered him nearly as much originally, assuming that eventually Leo would come out and tell him everything. Wasn't that how relationships worked? You slowly learned things about one another, rather than a huge information dump right from the start?

But, it had been months now and he felt he hadn't found out anything of real importance about Leo. Sure, he knew his favorite things; pizza toppings, movies, colors, seasons, and the other useless things that could have been told to anyone else that the boy considered to be a friend. But what about the important stuff? He'd never met Leo's parents, never heard any talk of any family that Leo had when Peter had been completely open about everything -- the accident that had killed both of his parents, the gruesome murder of his Uncle Ben, even the fish that he'd forgotten to feed for three days and cried over when he was six.

Looking down at his feet, his shoes kicking at the ground and the few springs of grass that were sprouting up from between the cracks in the concrete, Peter sighed heavily. "Dunno." He shrugged, keeping his attention focused on the blades of grass he was abusing for no apparent reason. "Just don't really feel like it."

He paused, a long and drawn out silence before speaking again. "How come we never go to your house?"