While it was typical (some might say to a pathetic degree), there was only one place Peter would want to go if he was given the choice. They had chess boards in the Game Room, but he got the feeling he would be better at it than most of the other patients (which was more embarrassing for him than them, when it came down to it), which wouldn't make playing very fun.
He had to wonder if there would ever come a time when he could have a shower in peace, but considering he was in a fake mental institution, that was probably too much to hope for. He was starting to wonder if Eddie Brock actually did belong in the loony bin, but then realized he was probably being too harsh.
He really needed to ask the other man about his behavior, especially since he was almost sure he hadn't been like that before the symbiote had gotten a hold of him. Breaching a subject like that was no simple task, though.
Figuring he should just keep on trying to get through the same book he had picked last time he was in here, Peter searched for Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, except that it was apparently nowhere to be found. Had another patient beaten him to it? With a sigh, he picked something else at random (Moby Dick, because why not?) and found a seat where he could quietly read. He wasn't in the mood for being social after what he had just been through.
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While it was typical (some might say to a pathetic degree), there was only one place Peter would want to go if he was given the choice. They had chess boards in the Game Room, but he got the feeling he would be better at it than most of the other patients (which was more embarrassing for him than them, when it came down to it), which wouldn't make playing very fun.
He had to wonder if there would ever come a time when he could have a shower in peace, but considering he was in a fake mental institution, that was probably too much to hope for. He was starting to wonder if Eddie Brock actually did belong in the loony bin, but then realized he was probably being too harsh.
He really needed to ask the other man about his behavior, especially since he was almost sure he hadn't been like that before the symbiote had gotten a hold of him. Breaching a subject like that was no simple task, though.
Figuring he should just keep on trying to get through the same book he had picked last time he was in here, Peter searched for Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, except that it was apparently nowhere to be found. Had another patient beaten him to it? With a sigh, he picked something else at random (Moby Dick, because why not?) and found a seat where he could quietly read. He wasn't in the mood for being social after what he had just been through.