[Matt thinks now they should have had this conversation in person. They're not the touchiest of people, at least not with each other. But they've known each other since they were just starting out. Peter's friendship has meant the world to him, even when he had his head jammed too far up his own ass to see it. It's not easy to tell him these things. It's not easy to admit to them.]

No, I should have been there for you. I wanted you to be all right. [Because he needed that to be true. Because he had so many things to address. ] I should have trusted my instincts better, but...between Foggy and the Sons of the Serpent, I got distracted.

[He almost hesitates to say it, because, for someone whose life has been an unstinting and unrelenting confrontation of the darkest sides of himself for the longest time, he almost wants to protect Peter from- from this thing Matt doesn't even understand. But Peter won't appreciate it any more than Matt would.]

Peter, it gets worse. You set loose these little robot spiders all over the city to watch everything for you. You turned the city on Phil Urich by exposing him as Hobgoblin, publicly- you set the citizens against a known and well-equipped supervillain. You killed Massacre. You hired a bunch of former muscle as your sort of personal Spider-Army or whatever you were calling it. Frank and I had to try and stage an intervention.