Peter nearly choked on Ned's words, not sure if they were ridiculously amusing or horrifying, or if they managed to be both at the same time. After everything with Spike, he was fairly sure he knew what 'vampire slayer' he'd been supposedly dating and Peter became silently convinced that Spike might actually murder him in his sleep if he said a word about it. If it was even him, that is. But he'd never gone to an alternate New York. He'd never done it- but he didn't remember months he'd spent here, either.

This was agonizingly uncomfortable, to put it mildly, and Peter shifted, leaning forward into his further line of question. "Do you... know anything else? Because I was here before I actually remember being here, and none of that- what you just said, is anything I remember doing. I've never dated a vampire slayer before but it could've been a different, I don't know- a different future?"

Peter was trying, really he was. But a conversation about abilities would have been far easier, considering how off balance this put Peter. It was one more thing he couldn't wrap his head around and didn't want to have to think about, but if Ned knew him there... "Were we friends?" Are we?

Peter lifted his eyebrows, not entirely sure how to go with that. It meant they hadn't really been friends, but they hadn't been... well, the opposite of friends, either. But where to go from there, Peter wasn't entirely sure. Not when things had suddenly been tipped slightly on their sides - everything had been as of late. Why was this any different?

"Maybe we could be." Peter managed a faint smile, apologetic because he didn't know anything better to say.

"I don't know how some people deal with it so well." Peter said it abruptly, but it was still true. Some people acted like it wasn't that big of a deal that they'd come and gone with the snap of a finger, but Peter still hadn't gotten over it. Unsurprisingly. "I mean the- forgetting everything. But what do I know, maybe it's not that big of a deal. I'm guessing you already know what I can do and I never thought that was worth worrying about."

It was one of those things where Peter wasn't sure if he was supposed to stay hush-hush about it (how many secrets is a guy supposed to be able to keep?), watching Ned carefully to try and figure out where he stood when it came to what exactly they were talking about.

Because Ned could do something. Peter just didn't know what it was.

Pushing a hand back through his hair, Peter brought one of his knees up against his chest, resting against it and almost leaning closer in the process. He was always intrigued when it came to what other people could do, and if he'd picked it up - it meaning absolutely anything - maybe he should find out what it was he could do sooner rather than later. And find out how long it'd take before he'd figure out how the hell to control it. Or just keep it entirely under wraps. If he'd... even gotten it at all, he didn't know how all this worked with people from other universes.

"I don't know, I might be able to do what you can do. It'd help if I knew though- what you do, I mean. I didn't get to find that one out."