He swallowed, throat feeling overwhelmingly dry at the line of questions. How this was better than just talking about what he could do, he didn't know. Ned had just needed Peter to know, to understand why this place was so frustrating; so heartbreaking for the pie maker.

"It was... for all intents and purposes, an alternate New York City. You were dating a vampire slayer." Yeah, he really needed to never speak ever. But he couldn't lie to someone who asked him a direct question, not unless life and death literally hung in the balance for it. And he didn't fear Peter despite the power Ned knew he possessed. If anything, it likened him to the more nervous of the two.