"Yeah, sure. Come in," Peter called from his desk. He had his laptop open along with a notebook and his English book, determined to finish his homework. It wasn't that it was difficult so much as there was simply a lot of it. Maybe it wasn't so difficult because he'd kind of already lived through his junior year? Sort of. Gaining memories was weird, and he wasn't entirely sure he liked it. More because he felt disconnected to a lot of them than because of what they were, though they weren't all good. Was it better to be detached from them or to have experienced them first hand? They still affected him, but he didn't think it was the same as if he'd come here with the memories in tact in the first place. It was, to him, almost like knowing he existed in multiple universes, only this time he'd gotten a view of one world's Peter, or a moment in his life, at least.
"What's up?" he asked a few seconds later, looking over to his door as he set his pencil down.
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