Peter doesn't even think about how he instinctively leans into Tony's hand, always a little starved for that contact. More than he thinks sixteen year old boys should be.

"Yeah well you've taught me like a thousand good things so I guess you can just kick back and relax for the next two years," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment before he pushes up to trot over to Tony's room.

"Pretty sure this right here is why you adopted a kid. Fetching stuff."