Peter nodded, sitting against the table as his brother from another dimensional mother offered him up some ideas, nodding his head as he stared at the device. It was giving him ideas at least.
Shrugging, "He, they? I don't know. He was a good guy for the most part. Had some... quirks to get through, but yea. And yea I've got a story or two--I'm sure you do as well. Right? Can't be all about me."
He remembered being Spider-Man at that age, it was tough to say the least. It required quite a bit of focus and a ton of trial and error that were substantial at times--people's lives were at stake. He'd learned, but it never seemed to get easier, just a bit more numb to the responsibility he supposed.