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“An MJ?” Our Peter asked, “Yeah. Yeah, I have an MJ.”
This Peter deflated, hugging his knees to his chest and letting out one heavy sigh through pursed lips.
He looked out across the skyline.
“Seems like every Peter Parker’s found their MJ.” He mumbled. “Thinking it’s like – a multiversal thing, maybe. Like a soulmate thing. You believe in soulmates?”
“What? With MJ?” Our Peter sat upright, “Dude. My MJ is gay.” He sighed, pitifully. “Aaand she’s dating my ex.”
“Oh, dude.” Peter looked back at Peter. “Ah. I’m sorry.”
This Peter threw his head back at the skyline. Shook his head. Looked downwards, genuinely apologetic.
“Sorry. That sucks, man.”
This Peter looked down at his feet, that dangled over the ledge of the building.
Our Peter watched this Peter, with a twinge of fascination.
He was younger. More awkward. Even more uncertain.
Our Peter remembered that feeling. The uncertainty.
Lost, without a foothold.
“...I used to believe in soulmates.” Our Peter admitted, quietly. “I… I thought I’d found it, with Gwen.”
Peter turned to Peter, with wide eyes.
Those familiar brown eyes, our Peter noticed, had a subtle, wet shimmer.
“...Gwen?” Peter asked, “You have a…”
His wet gaze turned downwards again.
“Sorry.” He offered, again. “I’m sorry.”
Our Peter wrapped arms around this Peter. Pulling him in close.
This Peter seized a little, before letting himself bury his face in Peter’s shoulder. He let out a wet, heavy breath. Heavy with tears that he couldn’t hold back now.
“It’s okay.” Our Peter whispered. “It’s okay.”
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