"Yeah, it's uh - local to New York. It's called the Daily Bugle. I'm a photographer. Freelance, mostly, but sometimes Jonah throws me a bone with an assignment."
Peter follows Rue into the train car, peering around curiously. It seems like any regular train car, save the fact that it's way cleaner than any of the subway cars Peter is used to frequenting. He folds himself into a pretzel across from Rue, knees tucked under the seat arm rests, because he never did figure out how to sit normally. "I like it. Doesn't pay that great, but it gives us a little extra cash - May and me, I mean. I've always liked photography, as a hobby."
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Peter follows Rue into the train car, peering around curiously. It seems like any regular train car, save the fact that it's way cleaner than any of the subway cars Peter is used to frequenting. He folds himself into a pretzel across from Rue, knees tucked under the seat arm rests, because he never did figure out how to sit normally. "I like it. Doesn't pay that great, but it gives us a little extra cash - May and me, I mean. I've always liked photography, as a hobby."