She still loves Peter. That was never their problem. He's been her best friend, and then her something special since they were teenagers. Cutting him out of her life is like trying to cut off her arm while keeping her fingers. It hurts, an ache that never really goes away. The months since their divorce was finalized have been the longest she's gone without speaking to him. They've been both the hardest and quietest of her life. No bloody clothes in her laundry, no one crawling through the window at all hours of the night, no more cancelled plans, no arguments over things that were never going to change.
In a way, it had been nice. She didn't have to make excuses for why her husband wasn't around, each one more flimsy and ridiculous than the last. But nice is also another way of saying boring.
Peter was the love of her life. No questions about that. She wants to know how some kid from another universe (and that still sounds as crazy as it did hours ago) managed to knock sense into his head when nothing she said seemed to make any difference. Does she have it in her to give him another chance? She honestly doesn't know.
Mary Jane returns the wave, a neutral smile on her face as she approaches his table.]
The bell was mostly to let me know when you showed up late. [He actually beat her somewhere. Hell really has frozen over. Her smile turns just a little bit fond as her gaze sweeps over his napkin doodles and then back to him.]
helll yesssss
She still loves Peter. That was never their problem. He's been her best friend, and then her something special since they were teenagers. Cutting him out of her life is like trying to cut off her arm while keeping her fingers. It hurts, an ache that never really goes away. The months since their divorce was finalized have been the longest she's gone without speaking to him. They've been both the hardest and quietest of her life. No bloody clothes in her laundry, no one crawling through the window at all hours of the night, no more cancelled plans, no arguments over things that were never going to change.
In a way, it had been nice. She didn't have to make excuses for why her husband wasn't around, each one more flimsy and ridiculous than the last. But nice is also another way of saying boring.
Peter was the love of her life. No questions about that. She wants to know how some kid from another universe (and that still sounds as crazy as it did hours ago) managed to knock sense into his head when nothing she said seemed to make any difference. Does she have it in her to give him another chance? She honestly doesn't know.
Mary Jane returns the wave, a neutral smile on her face as she approaches his table.]
The bell was mostly to let me know when you showed up late. [He actually beat her somewhere. Hell really has frozen over. Her smile turns just a little bit fond as her gaze sweeps over his napkin doodles and then back to him.]
It's good to see you, Peter.
[That's not even a lie.]