[ the shift from the eerily quiet hallway, to the discordant mixture of sounds, perfectly contained in quentin's apartment is all but startling... not unwelcome in the slightest, but also not what he had anticipated when he found himself outside the building. by the looks of it, peter almost expected paper thin walls, but perhaps it's older than he realizes. or maybe he was far more engrossed in his thoughts as he patiently waited for quentin to answer the door, who's to say?

coupled with the state of his apartment — the walls especially — it certainly speaks volumes, a vivid display of quentin's most inner thoughts, splattered, and seemingly disorganized. peter takes as many seconds as he can to survey his surroundings, noting only a few key pieces before he's realigning his attention. ]

Oh, you know, one of my favorite pastimes after a long day of work, [ light sarcasm hangs on every word, delivered as a defense mechanism... one that he quickly rectifies with a whispered apology.

peter moves willingly, freely, adjusting the angle to allow quentin a better look at the fresh and tender contusion. he takes another moment to study his expression, watching the varying degrees of concern, displeasure, and concentration. it's... honestly, kind of sweet and almost reminiscent. his gaze then drops to the cupids bow, tracing its curve with his eyes before he's lightly shaking his head and those thoughts free for the time being. ]

Wallet... I don't know how much I had on me, but I'm sure it made their night. Phone, key card... keys— who the fuck takes keys? I— [ peter huffs another sigh, shrugging his coat off, now looking more defeated than anything else at this point. ]

I just need somewhere to stay, and I can figure everything else out in the morning...

[ he doesn't necessarily ask, but it's obvious in the look he gives him. ]