If ever the theoretical question was asked, "Can ghosts cry?" The answer was evident in the tears that leaked down Ben's face, tracing the wrinkles as he held his nephew, his kid, in his arms. His veined and calloused hand slapped at Peter's back as he just held him for a little while.

"You're all right, Pete. You're all right. I'm fine." He cradled the back of Peter's head, rocking him as if he were just five years old all over again.

"Come on, let me get a look at you." He drew back just enough to look at Peter and smiled. "'Ey, look at those handsome Parker genes comin' through." He gave his cheek a friendly clap. "You eating okay? Getting along with your teachers?"