( Peter really doesn't like audio. yes, text means it's a landslide of 8 million thoughts trying to find purchase at once, but somehow that's less awkward than audio. with a stranger. a stranger that knows him. a stranger that knows a different him, and him all at once.

but considering the circumstances, Peter doesn't feel right hiding behind text. Tony sounds measured, careful. a little sad. and not at all familiar. Peter wishes he was. )

Multiverse. Apparently. Like, string theory and multiple spider people seems like way too on the nose, you know? But here we are. ( his thoughts are slightly more contained when he's forced to voice them — but only by so much. ) I guess. PQ has told me about it, a little. ( Peter clears his throat. he doesn't want to say out loud he heard about another version of him dying. still too weird. ) It doesn't sound all bad. Back home, it's just me. It'd be nice to have a guy with rocket boots around to help out. Or people that can handle knowing about me without... without...

( Peter trails off. he already blurted this out to Quill, and it still feels too raw to try it twice. ) I don't know. ( translated: I do know, and don't want to talk about it. )