"If I seem freakishly insightful," Bobby laughed and spun on his heel. And spun and spun and spun because he'd created a little ice patch under his feet to twirl on like a figure skater, "it's because this feels familiar. Being displaced, lost in time and space in a strange place beyond your control. Because it's happened to the other me, the past me, and now I have all these memories of things I didn't experience but...did? And that's not counting the times I've had to fight my dick of a dystopian future self who dresses like Gandalf the Buzzkill."
He stepped off the ice patch and came right up to Peter. His forehead scrunched up, so did his nose, and then Bobby let his whole face relax as he vibrated his lips. "Sorry. That whole thing about guilt...too heavy. It's easy to forget we don't, um, know each other. Real easy. That was dumb to just, like, dump all that on you."
Reaching out, Bobby suddenly punched Peter playfully in the chest. "Why don't we lighten things up? Unless Other Peters are the ones that have all the fun?" There was a flash of a playful grin before he began to skate along a rapidly growing ice slide that carried him up toward the nearest rooftop.