Who could say, really? It seemed entirely random, the differences between their realities. All had their fair share of tragedy - and their high moments, Peter supposed, but the well of emotion in any given situation never really seemed to be geared towards the good stuff, was it? At least, not in Peter's experience. He can't help but be curious, though, but this friend - a good enough friend that Harry was in the know about Spiderman - that he doesn't know at all.
"I dunno, seems like an alright place to me." Genetically engineered spiders aside, but that was his own fault, wasn't it? Wandering somewhere he wasn't supposed to be? Harry calls him Pete in a way where Peter can't help but smile - it sounds so familiar, and Peter is friendly by nature. "Wait till you meet the other me. Older me. It's kind of trippy."
"Yeah," Peter shrugs a little, because it's too much to wonder if Harry does or doesn't have to deal with all the crap that's gone on in his universe. He's sure he has his own stuff to deal with but...frankly, Peter would rather deal with problems that aren't his. "I'd like that a lot, man. You too. I mean - where are you staying? You have a place?"
Peter shrugs again and shifts his weight awkwardly, and his mouth opens of it's own accord. "I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with it. But there's no point I mean - I mean people just know things, here. They're all from different places and different times and like, apparently a lot of them have met me? Some version of me. Either here or in their own world. So it just seems pointless to hide here but it - it made me really uncomfortable, at first cause like - I mean - I'm sure you know if, uh, if you know me, that it's like, a secret? A really big, anxious secret?"
"Not that you - I mean, you aren't making me uncomfortable. I've gotten kind of used to it and it's not - you've never met me. Like there are people here that know a different version of me me, like with my face and everything. And sometimes I feel like they're seeing somebody else." Peter huffs out a breath - he's word vomiting. Yikes. Nice first impression there buddy. "Anyway. Uh. I'm working on it."
That's all the prompting Peter needs to put his hands on the tech, and he excitedly picks it up and starts examining the underside panels. "Horizon? Is that your school? How'd you get expelled? Sorry - uh." He was getting ahead of himself here.
"Well this is awesome." Peter declared, running a gloved hand over one of the exhaust ports on the underside of the glider. "What other tech were you thinking of incorporating this into? Are you developing an actual like, hoverboard? Back to the Future style?"