[Please allow a brief moment of total blankness spent on smothering fanboy glee. Sure, he realizes that different versions of people can't really be assumed to have anything special in common, and if he were meeting an alternate of one of his friends, he'd be more reasonable, but he can't be reasonable about a childhood idol and adolescent obsession. He's got the iconic spidey mask on his lunchbox, the only remaining piece of home, for Pete's sake.]

Uh, yeah, I guess? That, uh, that happens... The age thing. I mean. Kinda random.