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Peter had so excitedly swung to MJ's place with flowers in-hand that he hadn't even noticed how messed up they were by the time he got there.
When she opened the door to find him with battered flowers and an awkward smile on his face, she couldn't help but chuckled.
"Yeah, I, uh..." he stammered, trying to find an explanation. "Here" he said, holding out the flowers toward her with a hopeful smile. "I love you"
"I love you too, dumbass" she laughed, taking the flowers and pulling him into a hug. "This is very sweet, but maybe don't swing with the flowers next time"
"Noted" he chuckled, hugging her back. "I'll never even think about flowers while swinging again"