[His fingers interlace with Peter's.] It's fine. Wouldn't be the first time I had to play catch-up with you.

[Again, he's reminded how much can happen in eight months without him. How people he cares about can get hurt when he's not there to do anything to prevent it.]

[For a moment, he feels grateful that time stops in all worlds outside of this one, so the city remains in a state of static safety without them. ...but if time continued flowing the same across dimensions... then when Peter and Ray were separated from him, he would've known. And Egon would be there with him- on the rescuing side of things, this time- being the one to figure out a plan to bring them both back and put it into action. None of them abandoned. None of them torn apart.]

[...he doesn't want to dwell on this train of thought. There's something to address, here.]

...she's not violent- but I'll admit she can be a little... disruptive, I guess. Pulling pranks. Knocking things over. Not sure how much of it had to do with being stuck on a boat for three days, or if it's just the way she is- but that isn't the issue I think you'd have with her-

[The corner of his mouth twists, as he casts his eyes down to the ball in his hand and mutters like he doesn't want to be heard.]

...I mean, it's got mud in the name...