"'Course I have," Eddie wasn't too worried about Peter sticking to the ceiling, seeing as he had the spider reflexes. "Your aunt would also track me down and kill me herself if anything happened to you."

Like to see her try. The symbiote said inside Eddie's mind.

He sat on the sofa, so he could just rest his head against the back rather than crane his neck up to watch Peter. "I know you hate being cooped up in here, and that you probably miss swinging around, it's just that we worry about you, y'know."