She's—um, she's actually smarter than me. [Wow, talking about MJ. It's a little surreal, and he actually pauses after saying that. Peter doesn't know if he'll get through this part of faking it. He doesn't know, but he's going to try.

His stomach twists. He counts to ten.]

Sorry, I just miss her. [And I wish I was telling you the truth.] But yeah, she's smarter than me. Red-headed. We grew up as best friends, and that finally happened. [When Harry left.

Ah, all of that's complicated. Peter pretends ... a lot that it never happened in the first place.]