MH

Every time Y/N hears crying through the wall, they knock. “Peter? Are you okay?” A beat of silence. Then, in that tired, familiar voice: “Yeah… sorry. Must’ve been the wind.” Except one night, Y/N quietly replies through the door: “Peter… there’s no wind tonight.” And for the first time, he doesn’t answer. He just slides down the other side of the door, knowing someone finally sees through the lie.