[he doesn't move for a few moments, his arms wrapped tightly around tony as he (selfishly) takes comfort in the fact that the man is here again. that he isn't alone. he knows that he should really be disappointed that he's back. that he isn't at home with his wife and daughter. but...he needed this too. for all the friends he has here, they aren't mr stark.

but eventually, he does force himself to step away, a wide grin on his face as he almost bounces in place.]

You read the letter, right? And you ate the berries? [of course he did. this is tony stark.] I uh- I brought my notes too. About this place? There's not much, but I thought you might want to look. The other Peter knows a lot more about Deerington than me though.