"A mutual acquaintance ran into him, first day," Jessica said, picking one of the orange ones, devouring it in a minimum of bites, and then taking one of the blue. She'd had to consider how to put that. Maybe she could have said it was Miles, or just said roommate, but it was hard to know at what point that started to indicate things about Miles that weren't her secret to share.

Possibly Stark didn't know Peter's arrival put Darrow's Spider-Man count at two, rather than one, and she'd have to cover that at some point. Peter definitely wouldn't know. She'd have to cover that at some point, too. Especially if he was fifteen. It seemed vastly younger, somehow, even though her universe's Peter had only been sixteen, at the end.

But then, that had been vastly young, too.

"I'm considering," she said. She took a sip of lemonade and considered some more. They would have to talk, probably. It would be tremendously awkward but that didn't make it not necessary, and maybe made it a little more. "No, I will. But... I may be less comforting to him than you imagine. There's reasons I won't exactly set him at ease. I'm not gonna say why, because I have to tell him before I tell you, but- it's a complicated dynamic."