his eyes immediately lock down on their hands. he reciprocates her and interlocks their fingers, not wishing to let go. itโs as if the warmth of her touch snaps him out of his thoughts.
โi know.โ he nods, remembering the first time she told him on the worst day
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โhey listen . . .โ she grabs a hold of his hand. โi meant what i said when we split up. i know things arenโt easy with your dad but if you ever need to talk about anything . . . iโll be there for you.โ
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he knows her friend group has been busy lately. itโs been hard for everyoneโs schedules to align so they rely on phone calls to catch up.
he feels his heart racing, afraid sheโll look at him differently once he tells her.
a part of him is thankful that his twin knows him so well. there are times he doesnโt even have to say anything and she already knows whatโs on his mind, what he could say next.
โsorry, i didnโt mean to interrupt your conversation.โ
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She heard him before she saw him.
Not the usual dramatic entrance. No slam of the door, no theatrical sigh. Just the faint shuffle of footsteps across the marble floors and the instinctive tug in her chest she always felt when her twin was nearby. Years of growing up >
he follows the sound of her voice until she comes to view, lounging in the โfamily room.โ an ironic name for a space the osborns donโt spend time in.
he lifts his fist to knock at the doorframe but notices how sheโs busy with a call. he should probably leave her be?
Sheโs currently lounging on the velvet chaise, legs elegantly crossed. Her phone was pressed between her shoulder and ear, one hand swirling the ice in her half-finished drink, the other flipping lazily through Vogue.
โAnd I told her, sweetie, no amount of filler is going to >
โhmm?โ he didnโt realize he spaced for a second. โsorry. my dad right?โ he continues to walk beside her, knowing she caught that and hoping sheโll just ignore it.
โyou know norman. busy as always, hardly ever home โฆ thankfully.โ
โsounds fun. i know you love spending time with her.โ he offers a small smile before it faltered when hearing her question. he didnโt even realize how his feet froze, now planted to the sidewalk.
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donโt think she hasnโt thought about those moments too . . . but she forces herself to forget about them. itโs painful knowing things arenโt the same.
his question cut her off guard. โuh theyโre good . . .
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โi know, pete. i was kidding.โ he furrows his brow while laughing, wondering why he seemed so unease.
โstill,itโs pretty cool how youโre the basically the only one he poses for. youโre probably his favorite.โ
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His eyes would adjust slightly before he grabbed his glasses, putting them on the bridge of his nose, examining the book.
โohโ my buddy ? No, I just take his picture from time to time. . Heh โ
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an erratic cackle escapes the goblin as he flies to the top of the daily bugle, dragging j. jonah jameson by the shirt.
โthis ought to teach you,โ he snickers, releasing the man to fall to his doom.