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You meet his gaze coolly. “I would if I really had something worth saying. Look,” you say, brushing the roof dust off your jeans as you stand. “I didn’t ask for this beat. But I got it anyway, and if I’m gonna do it, I’m gonna do it right. I don’t want to write puff pieces about bus rescues and spend my day coming up with imaginative synonyms for web-slinging. I’m not doing masked vigilante was at it again for the next few months. You just told me Spider-Man is trying to do something important, right? If that’s true, I can use my byline to tell people about it. But I can’t do it without him.”
Oscar stands too, sneaker braced against the edge of the roof. You’re starting to realize he rarely backs down; whether you like it or hate it, you still haven’t figured out. “I don’t even know how I’d bring it up,” he says, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, which is not a no and both of you know it.
“You’re a smart guy, Piastri,” you say, grinning triumphantly as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “You’ll figure it out.”
“That’s really not as reassuring as you think it is,” he calls from behind you, but you don’t look back as you duck through the fire door, Docs pounding the stairs two at a time.