tfln

[dela]

you know what to do.

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4.

[nepotis]

Don't tell me you're getting cold feet already?

[cobwebby]

we were drunk!! omg i can't be on the first page of a newspaper, i'll literally die.

[nepotis]

Relax, Pen. I'm not holding you to any promises we made while intoxicated.

[cobwebby]

can you imagine? the gold-digger comments alone would be oceanic.

[nepotis]

Does it really matter what the press thinks? We would know the truth. Let them say what they want to say.

[cobwebby]

i'm not cut out for fame, i'm just a photographer.

[ aha. ha. ]

besides, i definitely ate the engagement ring this morning. [ it was a very delicious ring-pop, thanks harry. ]

[nepotis]

Aww, I was going to ask you to take our wedding photos. I think it would be fun to make them all selfies of the bride.

Only the best for my girl.

[cobwebby]

[ ... dang, she's kind of mad that's actually a cute twist on wedding photos. ] maybe i'll consider it if i get to wear a pantsuit.

so does that mean you'll treat me to greasy pizza later? i mean, if we're talking the BEST.

[nepotis]

I bet you could really rock a pantsuit.

The greasiest. You only live once, right?

[cobwebby]

pantsuit + wedding selfies, add in eloping and you might just have yourself a deal.

yeah, true, but also i need you to be around for as long as possible, so let's yolo safely.

[nepotis]

Unfortunately, my yolo days are limited.

[cobwebby]

[ the reminder.. hurts, the same way it hurts every time she has to acknowledge it: they're still no closer to finding a cure than they were when she finally took her mask off in his trashed living room. ]

yeah, well, i'm not giving up on making them longer.

[nepotis]

You know there's one way you could help me, Pen.

[cobwebby]

you know why i can't. not yet, not until i'm sure it's not going to speed things up or worse.

[nepotis]

I don't have time for you to be sure!

[cobwebby]

do you think i like seeing you scared and in pain? i don't.
i trusted you with who i am because i love you and want to help you, but you have to trust me, too.

[nepotis]

I do trust you, Pen. I trust you to be able to help me when I need you most. And I need you now.

At least if we were married, Oscorp would pass to you when I die and you could maybe make some good come out of it.

[cobwebby]

don't do that. don't weaponize my feelings for you. you don't have to, okay?
we have time. it may not feel like it right now, but we do.

[nepotis]

[ Damnit he's doing it again. He knows if he keeps at it, he'll push her away entirely, and then he'll truly be without hope. ]

I'm sorry.
Some days I wonder if I'm even worth saving.

[cobwebby]

dummy, just because you're occasionally a jerk doesn't mean you deserve to die. you're sick and you're scared and you're angry, and i understand that.

[nepotis]

Let's talk about something else.
Literally, anything else.

[cobwebby]

i hear bali's nice this time of year.

[nepotis]

Oh? Could make for a good honeymoon.

(I kid.)

[cobwebby]

too cliche, let's go hike the king's trail in sweden instead. it'll be cute to see you out in nature. [ to see.. both of them out in nature. she's a city girl, after all. ]

[nepotis]

Are you sure? I'm kind of growing attached to the idea of you swinging from palm tree to palm tree.