Peter's gaze drifts up to meet her own. His eyes burn, breathing in sharply, shaking his head. He slides his fingers into the strands of his hair which- they're wet and messy. He moves until he's seated next to her, until his shoulder presses against her own, until he's leaning against her.

"It's just- It was a lot to carry, Mary Jane. All by yourself. I know, because-"

Because he doesn't have Mary Jane, he doesn't have friends who understand back in his own world. His hand tightens over the burger. His chest aches tightly with it, painfully with it. He takes another bite of his own cheeseburger. God, all this guilt is going to drown him out completely. He can't let himself feel it, remember all the people who died because of him- who became villains because of him. He doesn't know how to deal with it.

"It's so much, and you carried it to protect me, huh? Like you carried my own secret."