Hey, breathe. In and out. It's okay. I'm not busy, I'm just going over to the streets here. It's a bit harder to navigate when you can't read the signs.

[ And that's Matt's idea of a joke, because it's not like he could read the signs in New York, either. He's just never laughed at your jokes, Spider-Man. Sorry (not sorry.) I mean ok, he chuckles a little but it's accompanied by him shaking his head. He's still heading your way, buddy. Aw, you think he's cool. ]

I don't think you're helpless. It sounds like you're dealing with a lot. All I'm saying is you don't have to deal with it alone. If you want. The offer's there. Although, yeah, you're young so I'm more inclined to think you shouldn't be left alone with thoughts about whether or not you're dead. That would be hard on anyone.

[ Wow, Matt. When did you become such a good adult? Have Foggy and Kirsten actually been a good influence on you? Or is that the 'superhero helping a scared kid' thing you pull every now and then? ]

And don't worry. For a long time, I kept my identity hidden from the Spider-Man I know. Plus he's an adult, not a minor. With a job. Not high school. I'll help you keep yours as much as I can. Doubt it'll do us much good with this telepathy thing but I... I get it, honestly. It wasn't easy for me, either. Even when it started to get pointless to deny it. I had it dragged out of me.