[It feels good to make Juno laugh, even if it's half-hearted and tired and Peter knows that it's a little bit long-suffering. All of that. But it still somehow feels like a victory.

The fact that Juno plants himself more directly when Peter leans forward is...interesting. He wonders idly what would happen if he were to get up and walk over to the detective now. That didn't look like a flight response, but then...does Juno Steel run from danger? No. He runs into it. It does sort of look like he's bracing himself for something.

Peter leans back. He doesn't feel like pushing his luck just yet.]

I haven't, truthfully. The longest I've ever spent in one place was on Mars, while I was working for Miasma.

[There's this moment. This pause. Minute, but Peter goes just a little still in the few seconds after he says her name. It's not a personal thing. It's having forgotten for a brief second that reminding Juno of that whole mess might not go well for him.

Everyone screws up once in a while.

It only takes a flash of reaction, of emotion, and then he's moving on.]

But no, that wasn't one single identity.