( dramatic indeed, the door flies open like it's a Resident Evil move and some kind of action hero is going to bust out of it. well, actually that assessment was fair, Matt sort of is an action hero. one that's looking worse for the wear at the moment, but Peter is more used to seeing Matt bruised and bleeding than he is seeing him perfectly healthy. Peter feels unbalanced by his sudden appearance, but truth be told he didn't know what he was doing even before the door opened on its own.

there's nothing in the hall behind him, he's not being chased by anything but his own guilt and neediness. Peter feels mildly bad that he didn't point that out before Matt found himself nervous about what could be chasing him. though if anything, Peter would rather die to some supervillain than drag them to Matt's door. been there, done that, remember?

what's wrong? how does he even begin to explain it? he doesn't do the explaining part, Peter is much better at the just avoiding it and hoping at some point it'll go away, stop hurting, or both. he practically twitches his way inside Matt's apartment, walking anxiety even after the door is closed. he's lucky Matt can't hear his thoughts because they're buzzing around in his head like angry bees. they're almost too loud for even him. it takes him a long stretch before he even has an answer. )

I wanted to see you. ( he sounds guilty about it, as only Peter can really manage. turns out once he says the first thing, more starts spilling out. ) I'm sorry I haven't been around. It's not your fault you didn't— I shouldn't— no, I should have told you about Gwen, a long time ago.