[Peter finds himself laughing a little again. A sound that mostly Leo gets to hear these days. The sight of the potatoes that sort of started a lot of this adds to the humor in a way Peter can't articulate.

He reclines further back into bed, placing a gentle hand against his wound. Working himself up so much doesn't feel great. He can handle it, though. He doesn't want to ruin this moment.]

I do. I always wanted a place for us. [Peter hesitates before adding.] I thought about seeing if we could have an apartment in Queens while I was in college.