What? Peter stared over at Heat for a moment as he tried to determine if he was playing dumb or actually serious. It was only then that he noticed that the man's eyes weren't focusing properly, and that he was probably under the effect of a light sedative. It wasn't too surprising, with the mess he'd made at breakfast. Unless it'd happened even before all of that.

Did he really not remember? It was possible that he'd been in such a hunger craze that his memories of the incident were cloudy, but that was just Peter making conjecture based off of what he knew, which wasn't much. "You did," he said, his tone leaving little space for arguing. "It was a while ago. I didn't see you actually do it, but I saw the aftermath. It happened somewhere near the stairwell." It all still stood out clearly in Peter's mind. He'd been with Brooklyn that night. Brooklyn, who had been gone for a while now. He couldn't help hoping that the kid was all right, wherever he was.