Peter takes a careful, slow breath, not wanting to have a bad reaction in case she feels like he's upset with her or something.

But just that tiny bit of information makes him want to punch something.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, thumb lightly tracing a cluster of freckles on her knee. God, he's so fucking lucky. He's had four great parents and now a millionaire is going to adopt him and build him a room in his penthouse. Beverly is thankful for the shitty Children's Home.

"I don't wanna like, force you to talk about him, you know? But if you want to, at any time, you can. To me. About any of it. It's kind of amazing, though. You're so smart and nice and brave and you kind of had every right to be an asshole after a sewer monster and a shitty dad."

Fuck. Smooth, Parker.