Peter B and Bobby D
"I've tried asking, but you know these guys, it's always grand plan monologues and things and never answering the real questions," Peter sighed his most put upon sigh at the very idea of it, as if villains were any different to what they'd been as a teenager. He just missed the creativity. He frowned a little when Bobby told him more about what he'd been dealing with mutant prejudice and even infighting. Never a good thing.
There had been some of that where he'd come from, but it sounded like not quite to the extent that Bobby had to deal with in his dimension. He raised an eyebrow at the mention of his older self. Bobby had mentioned the teen Iceman, the older version was new - especially with a Charles Xavier's son attachment. He'd been ready to comment when Bobby paused, taking a moment to smooth out his shirt for him.
Peter smiled warmly, enjoying the touch of Bobby's hands over his chest, and laughed a sudden and amused laugh when he clarified about Mister Sinister. "I can't imagine having Mister Sinister up your ass in any way would be all that fun," He chuckled, lifting a hand to grip Bobby's upper arm lightly. "Well can't disagree with him on that though." He huffed and then shook his head at the realization of what he wanted and what that would mean for Bobby.
"I can't say I'm a big fan of that," He slid his hand higher to Bobby's shoulder and then let his fingers curl against the side of his neck lightly, his thumb settled in the hollow of his throat. "Someone's gotta tell that guy there's a much better way to appreciate someone beautiful and perfect that doesn't involve killing them."