He immediately relaxed and nodded. βokay.. good.. good. Thank you..β
βTraffic.β He grumbled, knowing full well that he basically Spider-Manβed his way over above said traffic.. and Steb knew that.
βSo.. you wanted to talk?β
βIβve had too many therapist say shit like that to me. Can you promise you ainβt like them? That youβll actually help? Because I canβt fucking take another day terrified to even think..β His voice shook as he spoke, his hands clenched on the armrests like he wanted to break them.
βThank youβ¦ I.. Iβm sorry if itβs weird of me to ask so much of you. I just donβt like seeing you in pain..β He mumbled, biting at his lip nervously, his face turned in her general direction.
βBaby girlβ¦. You shouldβve called me firstβ¦. Let me at least follow from a distanceβ¦.β He sighed and slipped his hand into hers.
βNext time, call me..? Please?β
βWere you hoping to see me?β He asked, leaning forward to lean on his hands slightly.
βIβm alive so thatβs a plus ainβt it..?β He slid into the chair opposite her.
βOh Iβm sure you would. Resourceful woman you are.β
He cocked his head slightly as he listened to her heartbeat. βYou actually.. okay..?β
βUh huhβ¦ tell that to the guy I just shot and dropped at the police station, baby girl.β
He sighed and walked closer, sitting next to the bed on a chair.
βWho was he? Whatβd he want..?β Spoken softly but clearly worried and nervous for her.
He smiled under the mask and walked over.
βHello. Howβs my favorite reporter?β
He nodded and leaned back in his chair, reaching up and pulling off his face mask and hatβ¦
The burns were extensive but not nearly as bad as he made them out to be in his head.. definitely a product of his mind beating him down.
βHeβ¦ did this.. to me.. I.. I was a kid..β
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