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➷ NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE. We can dance until we die, bb.
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Date: 2014-06-28 03:58 pm (UTC)MJ pursed her lips at him, thisclose to holding her tongue like she's done for so long now. He wasn't the only one keeping a secret. Technically, they're keeping the same one-- he just wasn't aware of it. But she'd known who is he and what he does at night ever since he crawled out of the upstairs window next door one night and she stayed up all night until he came back, just to prove to herself that she hadn't imagined it. She hadn't, sometime around dawn, the same blue and red spandex swung into the same window and MJ didn't need more proof than that.
It would've been nice if he said it, actually told her what he was up to and sometimes it really grated on her nerves when he told her some stupid excuse why he had to leave right now and do what. Take pictures of Spiderman? Forgot there was a thing at the place with the people and the yeah? Please, Peter she wasn't that stupid, just stupid in other ways. Stupidly in love with him and aware of the fact that pushing Peter to talk about things, to say what's going on in his head, to make him tell her about Gwen and Spiderman and all the guilt he's carrying on his shoulders-- it's not how to handle it with him.
Then again, she was never that good at filtering her mouth.
"Peter, come on." Pause, head tilt, looking him straight in the eye. "Did you really think I didn't know?"