[ Matt smirks, patting Peter's shoulder and ruffling his hair. Sorry, Peter. You're baby. ]

Trust me, you've got enough problems without having to worry about mine.

[ He means that in the nicest way possible. ]

Exactly. And now you've got people looking out for you, like me. We might not know how we got here, or why we're from different times, but we'll figure things out. This place can't be any weirder than New York.