@archndz .ᐟ ( the initial panic had calmed now, upon realising he was not dropping dead. or on the verge of passing out. she didn’t know what she’d do in that case. call an ambulance, if it didn’t cost more than any and all their savings. ) we can pitch in and get you a new one. or a cooler one. ( she couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a wave of desperate sort of affection for him. who got all but filleted and lamented their dorky shirt? ) the camera, too. i think my dad has one that he never used… i’ll see if he still has it. oh, god, i’m so glad you’re not dead. ( she laughed at her own admission, words spilling out so easily. she reached over with the other hand for the ice pack, offering it to him. that black eye looked… painful, to say the least. ) i trust i’d be shocked by all the damage you dealt. ( she half-joked. honestly, for how seamlessly peter hid it, it didn’t escape mj’s notice that he * was * strong. she didn’t comment on it, but she knew. she let out a small sigh, pushing a strand of his hair away from the bruising area. ) does it hurt a lot? uh, you don’t have to answer if it hurts to. guess it’s a dumb question.