[There's a long pause as his exhausted brain tries to process something that doesn't make sense. He does know about the wonders of the multiverse but he's far too tired at the moment to consider how the multiverse might have intersected this new, weird situation.]

[He rolls over on his side to look at Sam, taking a better look to see if he recognizes him. Nope, no cigar.]

[Just like it was in alternate Peter's world: there's only one person saving New York from oblivion in Peter's. Nobody else has gotten any assemblage on. Now that Dead Peter is in fact dead, it'll just be Miles in that universe after all the other spiders clear out. All of them are alone and that's why it's so important they crossed dimensions and got to meet each other.]

[So there is no Cap to look up to or Iron Man to follow due to badly-thought out loyalties - or any Falcons to sticky to the floor.]

[He rolls back on his stomach, head turned sideways so his mouth isn't in the pillow, but otherwise flattened out again.]

Buddy, I'm too stupid tired right now to figure out what you're talking about. And I really do mean stupid tired. I'm the kind of tired that makes you stupid. Like "leave a mopey voicemail to your ex" stupid.

So please explain why you're asking me about puberty, preferably in short and simple words, before I get concerned enough to ask for an adult.