Kitty was a fellow nerd, someone who could appreciate it when he started talking about fusion and the different isotopes of iron instead of looking at him like he had two heads. Not that isotopes were really the most important things in life, but it was nice to have a friend who wasn't going nutty or ten years older than he was, one who spoke his language. ...Even if that whole 'get flowers for MJ to apologize for smacking her' plan hadn't worked so well. He could let that one go.
"It's actually getting better. I think." Peter grimaced. "My arms are still sore. It's strange. I don't know what Hank's going to tell me, but I have an idea. It's not a very nice idea, but..." He shook his head.
"Although," Peter had to admit, "it does feel kind of cool, when you get past the weird part." From a scientific point of view, of course.