The sideways glance that he shot Harry over the description he was giving the game made him suspicious. That sounded like something he could really use right now instead of sitting in the tiny apartment he resided in, wondering what was happening to Mary Jane right now since he was just getting to fixing things with her. She was going to be mad all over again. Stupid multiverse meddling in his life again.
Those words, on the other hand, were warming. Nice. He'd hold onto them for a while. "Thanks Harry. I really regret not keeping our friendship alive. Or the friendship with the you I know. You're a good guy." Even if his dad was, you know, the worst ever.