Pete and Pete
"I guess you could call it that." Peter agreed with a low huff, could you really call it being an expert in a thing you'd made up yourself though? That he didn't know, but he thought it was probably fair. At least in the way that weird things were weird and so he could decide what was fair and what wasn't himself thank you very much. As for his volunteering, well that was something else together. "Uh yeah I mean I definitely help out there," Because he did, not quite as religiously as he had when he'd been younger, but it was something, "Mostly I just kind of go where I feel like I'm most needed." Yeah he was absolutely killing this.
He huffed a little when Peter asked about staying in business. "Here? Oh yeah there's no like.... you know there's no money at all, so Klaus and Nyx and some of the others bring me what I need and I just make use of it." He explained. "When I first got here, Carol and I - we ended up in a hotel when we went through the doors and we brought back a bunch of alcohol and a karaoke machine, and that gave us our kick start, and after that we've been able to keep things going with the help of the guys who do a lot of the scavenging." It was perhaps not actual real business, but it was something and it worked for them here in this place and all things considered that was all that mattered right now. He didn't know if that would translate when he ended up back in the real world, and truthfully there was a growing part of him that was okay being stuck here, but he'd cross that bridge when he got there.
It was kind of nice seeing Peter like that about MJ not quite at the same point that he'd been, but clearly she was important to him, and that was enough really - Peter could figure things out in his own time.
Peter sighed softly at the sentiment, he knew that one all too well - he knew what it was to be beaten down again and again and again, and the will to muster up the strength to get back on his own to feet again was a difficult thing for him. In fact there had been a point not all that long ago when he'd thought maybe it wasn't worth it. But he'd been doing this for over two decades now, Peter was still just getting started, he shouldn't be feeling like this now. Not if this was going to be his thing. Peter breathed out and nodded. "I get it," He promised him. "I really do. It's not easy - this thing we do, being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man isn't for everyone, and I wouldn't even blame you if you decided that you didn't want to do it again. Because I know what they say, great power and all of that but at the end of the day, you have to think of yourself too, you have to know that you're not pushing yourself beyond your limits. You won't be good to anyone if that stops being the case." He reminded Peter gently. "I know what it is to lose people, I've lost - well too many, but I know okay." Boy did he ever, there was always someone you couldn't save, someone you desperately wanted to save and the gnawing aching realization that you weren't enough to do it. "The thing you have to remember, is that it's not always all on you, I know it can feel that way but you are just one man," A boy really, but he wasn't about to start down that line, not when he could see just how weary Peter as, "And even with these powers there are limits to what you can do. And there are going to be times when it just won't be enough, but that doesn't mean you did something wrong. You've got people who care about you, here in town and back where you're from too - people who love you whether or not you wear the suit, who will help you whatever it is you're facing."