Mechanic? Weird profession for a possible (probable) action hero, but it fit. There was zero question in Peter's mind that he did far more than fix up cars, but as long as he wasn't some nutjob killer it wasn't any of his business, now was it? Plus he seemed to buy the poor ordinary school boy routine. That gave him a little slack.

"I worked for a newspaper after school. Mostly web design, but sometimes they let me play photographer. I'm just happy I escaped flipping burgers."

It was that exact moment when a familiar ping sounded from above, and the nurses moved to collect the patients in one synchronized motion. Peter rolled his eyes as his own approached, growing a frown at the sight of his company. Was he forbidden from talking to any adults at all or was this one just a bad bad influence?

Whatever. The one thing he had learned by now was that the stick up her caboose was signed, bought, and paid for. No amount of wheedling would pry it out now.

"Gotta go." He flashed a parting smile at the man and pushed off the couch to greet his sour-faced nurse. "Nice to meet you, Brian."