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[peterparker]

Peter Parker's Inbox
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"Hey. This is Peter. ...Nope, not actually here to take your call right now. So leave a message, I guess."


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[TEXT] -- it might actually be a good thing.

[peterparker]

[Still no reaction, still pretty much nothing.

Just: OK, bye then.

It's so frustrating that he nearly beans the Dreamberry across the room, before forcibly reminding himself what a bad idea that would be.

...He couldn't stop him? What a cop out. He should just admit that he was okay with it because it didn't matter.

Well it had mattered to Peter. He wished that he could just pretend it didn't, or tell himself that he hadn't enjoyed working with Dr. Banner, hadn't wanted to help him, hadn't wanted to be his friend (or, apparently more ridiculous still, thought he was).

With the way the guy had been acting, Peter seriously had to wonder why he'd even been hired.

That last one is hard to reply to, because he doesn't know how. He isn't sure how to say any of this, and he's embarrassed at the thought that he'll be laughed at, looking down on or just plain ignored. He wasn't used to having as many important people in his life as he did here, much less an actual adult who was interested in the same things he was and who thought of him as capable. So where exactly did he mess that up?]

Yeah, okay. Fine.

You gonna bother to tell me what I did wrong before I leave? Aside from Connors, I mean.

I didn't know he'd come to the hospital. Really. I didn't mean fort he place to get wrecked-- I'll pay for the damages as much as I can.

I messed that up, but

That's no reason to be a jerk.

[Or maybe it was.

There. That was the best he could do, though. If Dr. Banner wrote him off, then fine. He'd stop bugging the guy by replying.

He'd done his required job by inquiring after Peter's health. Nothing else would have to be said.]

text; ...yeah no

[amygdalae]

You did nothing wrong. Given the circumstances, you were doing the best you could.

[The one who was wrong is Buce himself. He knew the risks, knew the danger, but yet he had still went in and put everybody there at risk.

He messed up bad, and Bruce knows this all too well.]

I'm sorry for everything. I don't blame you for leaving if you want to.

[He knows that once you see the monster, that's all you'll ever see. Bruce won't blame Peter for wanting to leave. Its the logical thing to do.]

[TEXT] -- he needs some confidence though sob;;;

[peterparker]

[Ugh. Well there went the last stewing vestiges of his rage. Apologies take that right down a notch, and he's back to simply moping, being moody and a little bit sharp.

Lucky you, Bruce.]

Then why'd you just leave me there? You and your friend.

[Might as well get to the point.

He's harbouring a little bit of a secret hope that this answer won't be filled with fantastic amounts of fail, Dr. Banner. Please.]

text; /face in hands

[amygdalae]

I passed out right after turning back. Its one of the side effects of my... condition.

[And that is the truth, as much of an excuse as it seemed to be.]

Tony probably missed you when he came to get me - he gets an alert whenever I change. I usually try to be away from people when it happens, so he didn't think that anyone would be around.

[TEXT] -- /patpat >:

[peterparker]

[Peter read over that three times before deciding it was honest. That he believed it and that... well. Okay.

Fair enough.

He understood that.

It took him another few minutes to decide that maybe since that explanation hadn't been so bad, others could... well, they couldn't hurt, anyway. Probably.

It takes him to the very apex of his ability to be mature to write back;]

...so were you thinking lunch, or dinner?

[Somehow, Bruce had given him a reasonable excuse for what he'd thought was inexcusable behavour. So Peter, in return, would give him the benefit of the doubt.]

text; Bruce is so bad at this I don't even know

[amygdalae]

[Bruce lets out a sigh of relief at the reply. He had--well, he had almost been certain that he lost Peter, so this is... a relief, for one. Things at least don't seem to be as bad now.]

Either is fine. You can pick.

[And here he hopes that he doesn't screw this up.]

[TEXT] It's okay, so is Peter. >:

[peterparker]

Dinner then.

[You're going to have to pick the date, Bruce. Let's see some commitment, here. Peter's giving you the benefit, but he's still not happy; moody teenager is go. Hope you're ready for the most awkward dinner of all time.]

text; OTL

[amygdalae]

[It's okay, Bruce can deal with awkward. Somewhat. He's awkward incarnate himself.]

This weekend, when you're more healed?

[TEXT]

[peterparker]

Sounds good.

No worries; this bandaid I found is working out great.

[Can't help the snark. He'll feel sorry about it later, but not now.]

Sunday, then.

[Gives him a little more time not to lose his cool and to heal up his fragile ego.]

text;

[amygdalae]

[Ow. Yeah, that snark stings a little, but Bruce supposes that he deserves it. And honestly, being snarked at isn't as bad as some of the other things that's been done to him.]

Sunday it is. I'll see you then, Peter.

Re: text;

[peterparker]

OK.

Later, Dr. Banner.

[He didn't feel right about this by a long shot... but some explanation, belated as it was, was better than nothing.]