"Yeah, I meant the—" vague handwave gesture at the mask hanging limp in his hand.

Stiles is ogling him, and don't think that Peter doesn't notice Stiles ogling him, but honestly by this point he's so used to wearing the suit that it doesn't really occur to him just how skintight it is. At the moment, he's less concerned with being conspicuously checked out and more concerned with making sure that his boyfriend isn't freaking out over finding out about Peter's side hustle as a masked vigilante.

"So. Um. Do we talk? We should talk, right?" He moves to awkwardly perch on the arm of the sofa, a safe enough distance from Stiles so that he has space if he feels like he needs it, but not so far as to be ignoring him entirely.

"I've never actually had anyone find out by accident like this before."