There's a ton of us, so I learned long ago to stop questioning style choices. At least it's recognizable. It definitely looks high tech, so either he's more of a prodigy than I was, or he has a wealthy benefactor.

[Wouldn't that be funny, a Spider-Man with money?]

If only you could hear my internal monologues, you'd be sick of all my self-doubt. I know it's just me trying to take on all the world's problems and do everything myself. That's when it all comes crashing down.

[He shrugs.] But I know you didn't come here to listen to me psychoanalyze myself. How have you been? I know you were in the suburbs the whole time, but was it safe? Nothing came out from the fog to attack anybody?