"Yep," he says. "Also? I turned into a squid-monster, nearly killed everybody, and put Speedball in the Medbay, so that helped get the whole 'everything's gonna want you dead' thing across."

Rich slowly reaches towards Peter and then pokes his shoulder twice, as if double-checking that he's real.

"S'really you. Isn't it. You're here."

He...he really needs him to be here.

He wants him to be here just like he wanted him to be there for the Heralds, and Galactus, and the Lanterns, and Murderworld and...everything. It's not that he wanted him to get hurt by it all, but all the horribleness that the multiverse had thrown at them would've been a lot easier to take on if Peter'd been there the way he always was when the world went to hell back home.

"I was alone. Just...Worldmind and -- and then I was with all of them and they won't...they won't leave me. And now you're here, too."