Re: Log, ex-pizza party: Peter P & MJ W
[The hands in Peter's pockets earned a small, wet smile, because, even when he was comforting, he couldn't shed the awkward skin of high school nerd. It was fond, if weak, but the ...news about Mr. Osborn took even that from her face. MJ came closer, the distance between them not great, reeled in by that helpless look on Pete's face, along with the harmlessness of his exhale.
She shook her head in a spring of red curls let loose.] Murdered? God. [This place was messed up. Murder, experimenting on people? Fuck. Look, where she came from was messed up, but this was worse.—She blinked blue at the name. Goblin.] I know the name. [She didn't know what that had to do with anything.
MJ let her arms drop to her sides. She stood for a moment, still, before she plucked Pete's hand from his pocket and held it in both of hers.] Tell me Harry isn't... That—he's not...