"There appeared to be an MJ ghost," Quentin says, eyebrows up in teasing jest to match Peter's own shocked expression. He laughs and smiles a little bit, nodding along.
When Peter asks if they're close, Quentin takes a second to consider how to answer. He's already settled in on telling him the multiverse story, but that story never involved a Peter Parker back in his world that he might have been close to, that might have bolstered his apparent affection for the kid.
Well, why shouldn't there be? Nobody ever looked too deep at these things.
"Deal," Quentin says, and slides over the cutting board where he's chopped up all the things that are going into the baked ziti that Peter gave him to chop. "Well, it's not quite so straight forward as whether we knew each other or not. Actually, you and I just met. See, I'm from another Earth. But we sort of met in Venice, and then got formally introduced in Prague. That's where you told me about MJ."
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When Peter asks if they're close, Quentin takes a second to consider how to answer. He's already settled in on telling him the multiverse story, but that story never involved a Peter Parker back in his world that he might have been close to, that might have bolstered his apparent affection for the kid.
Well, why shouldn't there be? Nobody ever looked too deep at these things.
"Deal," Quentin says, and slides over the cutting board where he's chopped up all the things that are going into the baked ziti that Peter gave him to chop. "Well, it's not quite so straight forward as whether we knew each other or not. Actually, you and I just met. See, I'm from another Earth. But we sort of met in Venice, and then got formally introduced in Prague. That's where you told me about MJ."