<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Thank God," Tony breathed, and wrapped his arm around Peter's shoulders.  "You scared me there for a second, kid."  Petrified.  He'd been fucking petrified, and in that moment it had become abundantly clear to Tony just how deeply a certain spiderling had dug into his heart.<br/>
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Catherine sat back in the chair.  "I don't see any reason not to approve Peter's placement here," she began.  "Contingent upon you continuing to pass home health checks."<br/>
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"Sure, of course," Tony agreed immediately.  That would be a little tricky to manage, if she wanted to do random checks -- but they'd figure it out.  "Do you need to see his room now?"<br/>
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"Not today," Catherine demurred, smiling a little.  She took a business card out of a small metal case and passed it to Peter.  "If you need anything, I want you to feel free to contact me, Peter."</span></span>