Time slip. Peter would have thought that one would call it time travel. He didn't really question the matter though. He was more curious about Virgil's current personal situation. "I know what it's like," he offered, somewhat quietly, "to lose someone like that. It's why I...it's mostly why I chose the career that I have now. Helping people. Using my gifts to do some good in a world filled with plenty of bad. Every time I accomplish something? I think of my Uncle Ben. What he'd have to say about it. It's a big part of what keeps me going." This time, he did reach forward. A hand went to Virgil's shoulder and Peter smiled at him sadly. "Just remember that your mother would want for you to stay strong. For her, okay?"
It seemed like his friend was being a little immature about the matter. Peter sighed slowly, then pushed his bowl of cereal back a little. "Maybe you need to give him his space for a while then. If he's not willing to hear you out, there's not really much else you can do for him right now. He'll come around eventually."