[ he looks affronted, just for a second, at the tone she takes when she says she has a boyfriend, though it's tinged with amusement he either doesn't or can't quite hide; it dissipates just as quickly when eleven's expression shifts, when she seems to fold in on herself at that present tense shifts to past.
peter inhales, the precursor to a sigh that doesn't quite come. ]
I — have a girlfriend. [ peter admits. there's a breath of a pause, a quick flicker of a smile, and: ] Mary Jane. [ he adds. it's been four months since he's said her name out loud — he thinks of her, more often than he'd ever to admit to anyone (except maybe mj herself), but saying her name would have made the fact that she's not here all the more tangible, like he's not just on a vacation somewhere really, really far away. (and really, really creepy.)
he still has nightmares on occasion, about gwen, about norman, but here they've been joined by nightmares of mary jane. nightmares about what might have happened to her when he'd been lured right into kraven's trap. in it, he hears her voice yelling his name. (peter, not spider-man.)
right now, she's kind of like schrΓΆdinger's cat — whilst he's here, there's the thought that she could be alive on one side of his mind, with the thought that she could be dead on the other, with nothing he can do about it. somewhere in the middle is the thought that for as long as he's here, she doesn't know what's happened to him, either.
he shifts his weight a little and crosses one ankle over the other; considers his next words. he doesn't think they're dead, not really — there's evidence for it, sure, but it's not like he hasn't been through something abstractly like this before. it's not like he hasn't known people to die and come back to life (in a manner of speaking.) it's not, he thinks, as cut and dry as all that.
the benefits of being peter parker, he guesses. ] You know, I don't agree with how it was done [ he says, meaning the everything with the ferry ], but I do think there's a way out of here. [ beat. ] So that boyfriend of yours? Let's keep him in the present tense.
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peter inhales, the precursor to a sigh that doesn't quite come. ]
I — have a girlfriend. [ peter admits. there's a breath of a pause, a quick flicker of a smile, and: ] Mary Jane. [ he adds. it's been four months since he's said her name out loud — he thinks of her, more often than he'd ever to admit to anyone (except maybe mj herself), but saying her name would have made the fact that she's not here all the more tangible, like he's not just on a vacation somewhere really, really far away. (and really, really creepy.)
he still has nightmares on occasion, about gwen, about norman, but here they've been joined by nightmares of mary jane. nightmares about what might have happened to her when he'd been lured right into kraven's trap. in it, he hears her voice yelling his name. (peter, not spider-man.)
right now, she's kind of like schrΓΆdinger's cat — whilst he's here, there's the thought that she could be alive on one side of his mind, with the thought that she could be dead on the other, with nothing he can do about it. somewhere in the middle is the thought that for as long as he's here, she doesn't know what's happened to him, either.
he shifts his weight a little and crosses one ankle over the other; considers his next words. he doesn't think they're dead, not really — there's evidence for it, sure, but it's not like he hasn't been through something abstractly like this before. it's not like he hasn't known people to die and come back to life (in a manner of speaking.) it's not, he thinks, as cut and dry as all that.
the benefits of being peter parker, he guesses. ] You know, I don't agree with how it was done [ he says, meaning the everything with the ferry ], but I do think there's a way out of here. [ beat. ] So that boyfriend of yours? Let's keep him in the present tense.