Re: Log, ex-pizza party: Peter P & MJ W
[As far as Peter was concerned, MJ could cry as much as she wanted. Or needed. She had every right to be upset, and he got it, he did. Sort of. Ending up here and finding out he was yet another in a long line of Peter Parkers had sucked. And maybe telling her the truth wouldn't make her feel better, but MJ deserved to know. Wasn't it better that way? Besides, she'd find out. Eventually. He figured it'd be easier if she heard it from him.
He wasn't exactly sure what she was saying no to. Maybe she was just in denial? Peter kept doing the shoulder-rub thing, hoping that would work, but when she pushed him away and he pulled his hands back, confused. Okay, note to self, that failed miserably.] I'm telling you now. [He shrugged helplessly.] You just got here, MJ, and I didn't... know how to say it on the phone.
[Peter didn't try to repair the distance between them, those arms crossed over her chest sent a pretty clear message. He tried to figure out what to do with his hands; they ended up in his pockets.] Mr. Osborn... he was... [Oh, boy. He let out a long exhale.] I'm pretty sure he was murdered. He was mixed up in some... pretty bad stuff. Experimenting on people. Not a very nice guy, and Oscorp isn't much better. [He paused.] Does... Goblin ring a bell? Green Goblin? Anything?