With great power, comes great responsibility.

He's lounging, weight propped up on one elbow - not relaxed, but there's a definitive lack of tension in his shoulders that noticeably hasn't been there in the past couple of months, and his hair is unruly despite earlier attempts to tame it. Than again, the latter will always be apparent, whether or not anyone was around to muss it up beforehand.

He sits up slowly, squinting up into the sunlight as Pete's silhouette manifests inside it, eventually giving way to the man.

"How's it going?" he asks, a slow question.