Much as Scott really wasn't in the mood to sit down to macaroni art fun times with this guy right now, he knew it probably was better to sit than to cause some kind of scene just inside the door. So he followed Max over to the table, and instinctively tried to pick a seat that didn't have so much glitter stuck to it.

"What did he tell you?" Scott asked, just as bluntly as before. "He didn't seem, like, I dunno... Unstable, did he?"

Peter had every reason in the world to be, but Scott was still hoping for a "no" on this one. Anything that would stop Scott from worrying that Peter would go looking to throw his head on a blade the first chance he got as "penance". Or some similar kind of emo bull. Scott knew all too well through his fannish obsessions that Peter Parker angst could be some of the most dangerous in the world at times.