What? [ the response is immediate and the intonation is sharp, almost like he can't quite decide if he's baffled by the question or not. then, a beat of silence and though his expression isn't visible, it's clear that something softens and there's a moment of— ] Oh, right. [ he shifts his weight a little and glances up at the ceiling; there had been that time he'd asked doc strange about having a conversation with a spider (regrettable), and he'd been informed that the average life span of a spider was a year.

one year. he thinks about making a joke about how many times that he is, but then he looks back at rosalind, mentally guesses her age: she's older than he is, by a few years. he thinks of beacon, thinks of how many adults there are and thinks of how many there are that are close to his age. he groans. ] I can see why you'd ask that, but I'm a little shy and I have an identity that the [ he waves a hand at his mask ], does a pretty good job of keeping secret, and—.

We can leave it at: old enough to joke about not staying up late on a school night and think it's a little bit endearing.