"Hey, don't call me bit-head for not being psychic about what you're doing," Gabe laughed, the familiarity of bickering with his brother making this place feel like home somehow. "I've been here for like five minutes, I got questions on questions. Not all of us are geniuses, bit-head." His arm tightened around Miguel as if to say it was all okay. He was still Mig's brother, dumb as a bag of rocks sometimes, but always wanting to learn how shit worked.
While he would never quite get used to that squick feeling of swinging and climbing and all of Miguel's other Spider-man shit, even he had to admit it was kind of cool.
"Shock no, don't you show off," he said, thinking of the weird nausea he already had, adding in webswinging and upside-down-ness on top of it. "You can be Spider-man on your own time, I'll stick to being human-ish-man."