[ It doesn't matter how easy Cathaway stands. It doesn't matter that she doesn't make her presence a thundering one. For him, it will always be one. The fact that there is a certain... familiarity to her presence coming from within, from the symbiote, it only makes Parker want to reject it actively harder, that feeling. It isn't his. If there is something he clings to with everything he has got, it is his individuality, which he knows hangs by a fine thread. A very thin one.
He doesn't move from where he stands, fingers curled into a fist, tighter in her presence. The veins of his pale arm slowly growing darker, noticeable even in the dim light of the engine room. His jaw clenches, his upper lip curls slightly. Her words gut him. He knows this is something he can't hide forever, especially not from them, but pretending sounds... fine by him. ]
I'd rather continue pretending. [ He says through gritted teeth, feeling his mouth growing dry. A beat. ] What can I say? Diabetes is a hell of a disease.
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He doesn't move from where he stands, fingers curled into a fist, tighter in her presence. The veins of his pale arm slowly growing darker, noticeable even in the dim light of the engine room. His jaw clenches, his upper lip curls slightly. Her words gut him. He knows this is something he can't hide forever, especially not from them, but pretending sounds... fine by him. ]
I'd rather continue pretending. [ He says through gritted teeth, feeling his mouth growing dry. A beat. ] What can I say? Diabetes is a hell of a disease.
[ He's hilarious. ]