❛ you’ve already told me that reason before, you know. that day you came to school with a contusion by your collar bone. ❜ her fingertips press against her temples in mild frustration, a resigned breath escaping her lips. mj was tired ------ in more ways than one, and while peter wasn’t to blame for all her troubles, he certainly was a contributor. especially now, with how increasingly secretive he was being. ❛ wouldn’t be the first time you recycled one, though, ❜ she mutters as a side note.
she runs a hand through her hair as she averts her gaze, looking at anything but him. in truth, mj knew why he continuously had his cover - ups and excuses; known for quite some time about the double life he lived and all the dangerous things he went through. for a while she’d been fine with not coming clean to him about it, letting him go on and allow him to tell her himself, if he wanted to. but she couldn’t just stand there and take his excuses when she knew the truth ------ couldn’t keep lying to him and to herself about how worried she’s been. not anymore.
❛ do you think you could stop withholding the truth from me? please? i know things aren’t really how you say, and... ❜ short pause before she finally musters up the strength to look at him. ❛ if you stop lying to me, then i’ll stop lying to you. ❜
@balancesoflight - peter . starter call & as promised .











