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[the_amazing]

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

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[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.