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[the_amazing]

Hey, you've reached Peter's phone. Leave me a message, or just text like a normal person.

[Beep!]

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voice; (before Everything is Getting Blurry)

[assays]

[They needed to talk. She had put it off for longer than intended.]

Peter, it's Peggy. I was hoping we could have a catch up in person. Can we meet for a coffee?

voice

[the_amazing]

[There is no word or phrase that can properly express how much he does not want to have this conversation. Ever since he figured out what happened, he'd been so embarrassed that he'd been avoiding Peggy altogether. How did he even begin to apologize for what his evil counterpart had done?]

Sure, that sounds great. I'm free now if you are.

[No wonder lying is on his sins list. His voice is almost sickeningly sweet as he replies to her.]

[assays]

[The embarrassment is shared by her, but they can't avoid each other forever. Peter was a friend and she preferred to have them talk about what happened rather than ignoring it. In person was her first choice and meeting in a neutral location would make the conversation easier.]

I am free, yes. Shall I meet you in the hotel lobby?

[Her voice is steady.]

voice -> action

[the_amazing]

Works for me. I'll see you there in a few.

[He 'hangs up' and makes his way down to the lobby. He sits on one of the couches there, looking and feeling incredibly awkward while he does. Would she forgive him? Was the calm voice he heard just her holding back an explosion of hurt and fury? Peter leans back and tilts his head up to look at the ceiling.]

Parker Luck Syndrome existing in Hell is proof that the universe hates me.

[assays]

[Peggy arrives in the lobby a few minutes later and makes her way over to Peter, standing a few feet away from him. She doesn't say anything at first, but she has a neutral expression on her face. There are other people around in the lobby, though they were more interested in their own conversations.]

Hello, Peter. Thank you for coming to meet me.

[She gives him a smile.]

How are you?

[the_amazing]

[When Peggy arrives, Peter looks up, praying that his face isn't turning red. She looks calm, but it could be that she has an unbelievable amount of self-control. Sigh. Best to get this over with.]

Of course.

I guess I'm as well as can be expected, what with being in Hell and all.

[He shifts over slightly so that there's room for her on the couch, too. But he doesn't blame her if she wants to keep her distance.]

[assays]

Good point.

[Peggy replies, taking a seat beside him. She has no issue with being close by to have their overdue conversation.]

I am sure you’ve already realised what this is about. So if you prefer me to start, I can do that, Peter.

[Even when she isn’t entirely sure what to say to him in full. Maybe the thoughts will come out once she starts talking.]

[the_amazing]

Sure, go ahead.

[He's ready for her to tell him that their friendship is over. That she never wants to see him again. That if he gets anywhere near her, she'll throw him to the demons for unending torture. All rational reactions, of course.]

Probably best to just get right to it.

[He'd give anything for more than one building to swing from right now. Flying around the city always helped him forget painful things.]

[assays]

Let me preface this by saying that neither of us could have predicted what happened. You know how this place works.

[He doesn’t need an explanation of how hell liked to mess with them.]

Those – our ‘other’ selves, they wanted to damage our friendship. Maybe even ruin it altogether. I don’t blame you, Peter. And I am not prepared to lose a friendship over it.

That being said, if you need some more space away from me, I will understand.

[the_amazing]

What?

[His head snaps up and he looks directly at her, surprised. Of all the things he expected her to say, him not wanting to see her had never entered his mind.]

That's actually what I came here to say. I thought you might tell me to stay away from you from now on.

...Not that I want that. I didn't want you to hate me, even though you have every right to.