"Oh, that," MJ remarks when he clarifies what he'd meant about her freaking out. "Nah, it'll be fine. I'll just bury it somewhere deep inside and excavate it once I find a therapist who specializes in this brand of weirdness. There's got to be a few in the city after everything it's been through, right?"
It's meant to be a light joke, but honestly? After coming back from the Blip, she would've been in therapy immediately if her parents' insurance actually covered it. Hopefully healthcare here is a little better than it is in the United States.
Then again, given what she hears next, that sounds doubtful.
Following alongside Peter, she can't help the way her face contorts a bit at the mention of forced socialization. "Oh, so you're saying we're in hell. Great. The only sound advice my parents ever gave me while growing up was 'don't talk to strangers,' and now I'm stuck someplace where that's exactly what I have to do." Squeezing Peter's hand a bit, she asks, "What if I just use you as my armchair therapist and ignore the strangers instead?"
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It's meant to be a light joke, but honestly? After coming back from the Blip, she would've been in therapy immediately if her parents' insurance actually covered it. Hopefully healthcare here is a little better than it is in the United States.
Then again, given what she hears next, that sounds doubtful.
Following alongside Peter, she can't help the way her face contorts a bit at the mention of forced socialization. "Oh, so you're saying we're in hell. Great. The only sound advice my parents ever gave me while growing up was 'don't talk to strangers,' and now I'm stuck someplace where that's exactly what I have to do." Squeezing Peter's hand a bit, she asks, "What if I just use you as my armchair therapist and ignore the strangers instead?"