He shifted, scuffing his feet against the linoleum. "Yeah, tell me about it. We haven't really talked since you got back, or -- or before that, really. Around the time Reilly left..."

Peter felt a burst of shameful relief that he didn't have to look Matt in the eye, because thinking about how little he'd paid attention to how one of his closest friends was doing over the past few months, even after he'd actually died and come back... well. He wasn't sure he could.

"I'm sorry, buddy. There's really no excuse."