"I think quirks might come with the territory when one is actually a giant bag of spiders." Peter shrugged one shoulder, grinning through the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I think we can trade stories sometime." He handed the device back over to the other him and nodded.
"I should probably get back. I'm living with Mr. Stark--he's got a room for me in his, uh... his place." He felt like such a child saying it that way, but it as true. "Uh... In case you want to get ahold of me. For any reason."