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[keepitgoing]

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NOTE: PETER HAS TWO EARPIECES! One for Spider-Man, and one for Peter. If you need to reach out to Spider-Man, you can do so here as well. Just be aware that it doesn't show Peter and Spider-Man as the same person.

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[keepitgoing]

... Nah, I don't think so. It wouldn't really be fair, anyway.

Like, imagine someone just shows up in your totally pleasant life and tells you that you were friends? That you were boyfriend and girlfriend? That some stranger knew you like that? No, that's...

[He huffs, fidgeting with a few wayward bits of rock at his side.]

It'd just be confusing and scary.

[jinxs]

(He's right, and that will be a thought she will have time and time again, but here is the thing. She doesn't care much about right or wrong, she kinda just is.

That means some of the arguments he has are valid, and yet, she is going to throw them right in the trash.

This is one of them. She hates it. Congratulations, Peter! This is a feeling that she will have very often.)

No shit, everything is confusing and scary, Peter. If I were you, I'd do the same, some people would be much better off, including— ugh, the stupid Firelight. If I were them? Her? And if I found out? I'd explode you.

(She's very honest, that we can appreciate... She also knows she hasn't told him about Ekko or anything, but she talks to him like he has been there all along.

It's hard to keep up, sorry, Peter!)

[keepitgoing]

[Oh, but that totally gives him an out. For a second, anyway.]

Okay, okay. Exploding me. I got it.

Fire-what?

[Because that's interesting, and maybe it'll get her to not think about the very sad state of his life currently.]

[jinxs]

(Because she catches it, she squints her eyes to let him know that they're revisiting this. Might not be today, might not be tomorrow. Might be right after she answers.)

This group of masked pains in my ass (because they're her version of superheroes—) who like to ruin my work (villainous activity—), and are now sucking up to me (—refusing to give her up and coming to the rallies because she is a hero???). Their leader was my only friend growing up, before Silco, but he— I guess he tried dealing with me, and one day, he stopped trying. Here.

(But that reminder of masks brings her attention back to his, and with a roll of her eyes, she gives it back along with a sigh.)

You didn't distract me of that one, by the way. You bottle everything up, don't you?

[keepitgoing]

[Oh... The Firelights sound pretty interesting.

He takes his mask, studying the face as he holds it in both hands.]

... I feel like you're trying to distract me from distracting you.

[And he supposes it could work. Wetting his lip, he looks hesitant.]

And I don't... I mean — I don't...

I prefer to call it compartmentalizing.

[jinxs]

(Honestly? Peter would love Ekko. They'd probably be best buds, with their aerodynamic method of transportation, masks, and stupid altruism. Ugh. The eyeroll she gives has nothing to do with the conversation but with the thought given.)

Yeah, well. You stop me from impulsive homicide, I tell you that separating things into several bottles isn't different from bottling it up. We all got our roles to play, see?