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“Exactly.” She gave a soft grin as she leaned comfortably against him underneath his arm, content with the agreement that she had with him about the subject. “Sometimes the best thing we can do is turn tragedy into a reason to survive.” Jersey slipped her arm back around his hips and glanced up at his features, and then back in front of her as she pondered silently to herself.

“Maybe that’s why I like the character. He didn’t dwell behind in the past.” Listening to his laughter, the blonde woman closed her eyes and let the sound wash over her. She still wasn’t used to all of the noise around her, it made her head hurt and sometimes she swore there was a comparable pain to the migraines that she had once been plagued with after her accident. His voice gave her something to focus on.

And, ever so observant, she lifted her eyebrow curiously after opening her eyes once more. “What do you mean, Peter? About seeing the future, that is.” Jersey had noticed the closeness in Peter Parker and Peter Parkman, but she had simply thought it was a coincidence and as usual, wrote things off. Looking up at him, she then debated and wondered if she heard him wrong before her light green eyes went back to the area in front of them.

After a few moments of silence, Jersey wondering if she ever would be able to remain quiet for more than the amount itself, she hummed for a moment before speaking once more, “The way I see it is Spiderman is still Peter Parker, he’s still trying to be himself while he does what he does after he loses people that he loves. Superman’s Clark Kent is a front, that’s not who he is.” She shrugged, hoping she wasn’t confusing.

She slid her fingertips under the hem of his shirt, lightly tracing over his skin as she set her head against his shoulder while she listened. “To pick that name...” The thought went through her mind once more, confusion slightly registering on her features before she decided to just push it aside before she turned her head to press a kiss to his arm before returning her head to look back in front of her. "Everything change in just a moment from ordinary to extraordinary?" She offered when she heard him trail off.

Massaging the spot where her fingertips resting, Jersey watched the few individuals in the park quietly and listened to those that had heartbeats, her light green eyes moving around to find them before she softly drew the fingernail of her pointer finger against his flesh with an idle thought. She had never believed that even after losing the memory of who that she was that she would have fallen in love, gained a family and found a place to belong as Jersey Thompson, now Sinclair to mark her relationship to Kallista.

There were small pieces of her memory returning, glimpses of faces and voices, but nothing registered in her mind of who they belonged to. She had her other half and family she loved, that was all she needed.

"The idea of grown men running around in spandex, however, is still amusing regardless of the situation and the superhero. It shows things off that should be kept more personal." At that, her green eyes flickered over his body with a playful smile crossing her lips. She had clearly recovered from the shock of his pants dropping suddenly before they left the asylum. "Then again, skin tight spandex is not flattering to anyone. Ever."

The mention of spandex actually reminded her that she needed to make a stop after work the next day to pick up her favorite pair of white jeans. She had managed to stain it once again by leaving a pen in her pocket and then hitting the clicker. At least it hadn’t been a red pen. She had a few other things she wanted to look for at the mall, too. As Peter hummed, Jersey kissed his shoulder once more and squeezed her arm around his waist, drawing him closer.

She would ask him at a later date, Jersey decided as they walked and seemed lost in the moment. Maybe it was because of his injury and the fact he had yet to tell her what happened in the woods, or maybe she simply preferred to postpone the chance of having him redirect a conversation, but rather than press on the issue, she pulled her other half closer if possible and let out a quiet, thoughtful sigh. The man had secrets; that had been something that she learned early on about him.

That is to say, though, it didn’t bother her. Peter had assured her that everything he felt for her was true and she felt no need to push him. Of course, she had pressed the matter of vampirism and the fact he had no shadow, but it had ended up with them dating – it was the exception to the “no forcing things out of him” thought that Jersey pondered over in the weeks of getting to know him. She could still remember when she had gone to set the picture to bring up the picture when he was calling and had convinced herself she wasn’t seeing things.

"Understandable." She chimed, studying the man from the corner of her eyes as she considered what she knew about him. Jersey considered her own turning; Kallista hadn’t wanted her to die, to become one of the nameless faces in a morgue and because of the shotgun that had sped up the clock to kill her, she’d been fed her sire’s blood. She didn’t feel as if her life had changed other than gaining family, but then again, maybe it was because she didn’t know what she lost before her accident.

At his admission to thinking Catwoman was attractive, her eyebrow lifted and her lips curled into a soft amused smirk. "Touché." She moved her hand from his waist and into the back pocket furthest from her. Jersey would admit, she was a little jealous about the thought, but rather than vocalize it, she reasoned that Catwoman was fictional and that she was the one in his bed every night so there was no need to be jealous. Right?

Right. She squeezed his backside playfully through his jeans. "She is rather attractive. Batman’s quite attractive, too. The costume does show off everything on him." Two could play it that way as she inclined her head, pretending to think with a distracted look on her face. The distraction was, however, that she was thinking over what she’d seen of Peter and had no interest in Batman’s anatomy with the man she loved standing not even a foot away.

It didn't help that Jersey thought he was cute when he got jealous, either.

She wondered what she liked in the past when it came to comics, or even geeking out. Did she like these things back then? Jersey considered it quietly as she stretched out her legs idly. It was just one of those things that she considered from time to time; she turned her head to press her lips lightly against his arm. It was the easiest place to go to without having to stretch up or have him lean down. Pulling the sleeves of her shirt down a bit over her palms, the blonde quietly looked at the tree line, watching as the wind blew through it lightly. As it went past them, she smiled at the scent of the forest.

Listening to him speak, she looked back to Peter and inclined her head slightly as a smile played across her lips. Her light colored eyes moved over his features and she gave a soft grin dancing across her features. The man was right, a nod going through as she hummed. "A necessity to keep his secret, rather than set those he loves at risk." She lifted her eyebrow, watching his grin and sliding her hand against his side once more. Chewing on her bottom lip idly, she considered on what to say before her eyes fell shut.

A shiver went through her body at the feel of his fingers on her thigh, but rather than do anything else, she curled closer into his side where she was happiest. "Regardless of the fantasy life though... nothing can replace my reality." Jersey adjusted slightly to press a kiss against his chest as she had before in the Asylum when she was dressing him. Tilting her head up, she gave a sheepish smile and knew that she would have been blushing had she the ability.

She knew that expression. It was one that she had learned that signaled that he was thinking too much about something, or so she supposed. Whatever was going through his mind, however, was off limits until he vocalized it. Her hand gave his backside another soft squeeze before she moved it back to the spot just above the waistband of his jeans. She squeezed him there as well.

Green eyes watched him as she waited for some indication or response, finding the silence comfortable with him by now while her thoughts went back to the “to pick that name after tragedy.” After tragedy... he had told her he moved to the city after a divorce, the blonde recalled, but what did he mean by picking the name? Jersey traced her nails gently against his shirt while she exhaled quietly. Then again, was the divorce the tragedy that Peter had been talking about? Her eyebrows furrowed as she considered it.

The telepath was confused once again.

No, she didn’t think that it would be the tragedy...

Feeling the shudder, she moved her hand to rest against the small of his back as she felt her concern for the man rise. Her hand rubbed lightly against his spine. “Alright handsome.” She spoke into his mind and watched his smile falter. Jersey began leading him back in the direction of the Asylum, remembering Keara’s request for him to stay there while he healed. It was a better convenience for those that cared for him, really.

“What’s your favorite book?” She asked after a few minutes while she looked up at him for a moment before looking back to the direction where the asylum was. It was a topic she knew that he enjoyed, literature. “I remember that Tom Holland is one of your favorite authors.” If anything, Jersey was trying to distract Peter from his own mind. He called her his beloved distraction anyway. “But if you could name one book, what would it be?” She asked curiously.