[Nothing's really helping Peter not feel adrift, but the contact a least is enough to reassure him that he was not, in fact, just straight up tripping balls.

He nods slowly like, yes, it's a lot to take in. He's doing his best, though. See, he's not even freaking out all over the place. All of his freaking out is internal, but it totally counts. Peter fidgets with his empty water glass before finally setting it aside and crossing his arms.]

Okay, that's... that's a thing. Um, you uh, you said you're from like, a different time. Like, earlier. Has anyone else gotten you like, caught up on everything that's happened?

[He really hopes so because boy howdy he does not want to have to be the one to break this stuff down.]