Peter whips his head around to stare at Quentin, that smitten look replaced with one of urgent incredulity.
"You— there's an MJ ghost?" Because sure, Peter's always liked MJ and values her company incredibly highly, but the idea that he might actually put his bundle of crush-type feelings into action back home? It's not something that had ever crossed his mind, mainly because thus far MJ hasn't given him any indication that she'd be interested in that. In him. Actually, he's pretty sure she just thinks he's a massive loser, for all she spends her lunches carefully situated on the very edge of whatever mad conversation he's having with Ned.
"Did I talk to you about her?" He must've, if Quentin knows who she is. Maybe now's the time to bring up how they know one another in the first place; Peter had planned on being polite about it, maybe even waiting until after they'd eaten, but that was before Quentin dropped that there might be some kind of ...
Yeah. MJ ghost.
"Were we close? You and me, I mean. If I was talking to you about wanting to be with MJ ..." The thought of which has him pressing his lips into a thin line, because he's been trying so hard not to let himself get hung up on crushes from his own world. But. Is there really hope for him and MJ?
"How about this: you tell me how we met, then I'll tell you about the other cities." Peter smiles hopefully. "Deal?"
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Peter whips his head around to stare at Quentin, that smitten look replaced with one of urgent incredulity.
"You— there's an MJ ghost?" Because sure, Peter's always liked MJ and values her company incredibly highly, but the idea that he might actually put his bundle of crush-type feelings into action back home? It's not something that had ever crossed his mind, mainly because thus far MJ hasn't given him any indication that she'd be interested in that. In him. Actually, he's pretty sure she just thinks he's a massive loser, for all she spends her lunches carefully situated on the very edge of whatever mad conversation he's having with Ned.
"Did I talk to you about her?" He must've, if Quentin knows who she is. Maybe now's the time to bring up how they know one another in the first place; Peter had planned on being polite about it, maybe even waiting until after they'd eaten, but that was before Quentin dropped that there might be some kind of ...
Yeah. MJ ghost.
"Were we close? You and me, I mean. If I was talking to you about wanting to be with MJ ..." The thought of which has him pressing his lips into a thin line, because he's been trying so hard not to let himself get hung up on crushes from his own world. But. Is there really hope for him and MJ?
"How about this: you tell me how we met, then I'll tell you about the other cities." Peter smiles hopefully. "Deal?"