He's going to be regretting a lot of things in a few weeks, never even mind that. But probably including that.

Anyway, prosecuting a dead person usually went somewhere between adding to his record, giving a fine he can't afford, and blacking out when his energy wore out only to wake somewhere unpleasant. Still not a good time but he'll leave those details out.

The dents add a specically "Peter" character. He could be sentimental even when he didn't talk much of it.

"It's alright," He says, and it is. It's preferable to Peter fearing the skeleton part. "It's probably a phobia you didn't realize you had. Like people who are scared of bugs." He lets his power work, body shifting over and getting heavier. He gives a hiss as his arm forms back not-quite-right and with the general sap of energy he finds himself grateful for that cane to brace on. A few strained breaths later and he straightens.

"Okay. We're good. Might need your help with the guitar though, I'm not sure I can carry it."