"It's -- it's hard to navigate." Peter admitted, shaking his head. And it wasn't just the relationship and the superhero aspects of the equation that made it so. It was difficult to come to grips with who he was and how much control he had over his own life when other Peter Parkers and other Spider-men (and women and girls) dropped in from other universes. He was convinced being with Gwen Stacy might sign her death warrant which made the guilt on his shoulders over the promises he made to her father before he died feel even heavier. There was the fact that some other Peter Parker had let some other Uncle Ben get shot, all the ridiculous ways in which the universes both reflected and contracted each other. "It's hard to figure out who I want to be, you know? Let alone who I want to be with."
He shrugged his shoulders and pivoted to face David, tilting his head to one side slightly and rocking up onto the balls of his feet. He'd always been a fidgety person. His Aunt used to make comments all the time about him bouncing off and/or climbing up walls when he was a kid. Really, not much had changed -- it'd just gotten more literal. "I keep trying to just back away from -- from everyone, I guess. Which probably doesn't help sort things out either."