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With so little to do most of the time, sitting around the hut waiting for Peter to get back from work was nothing too out of the ordinary, and nothing she particularly minded, either. Normally, though, that involved him coming home around sunset, and sunset had long since passed, leaving Mary Jane to do nothing but sit around, continuing to wait for his return. Any other time, and she might have been worried, or gone out to check the work site and bring him home herself, but this once, she knew better. In the weeks since Peter had left the clinic, she had found far less reason to pay close attention to what day it was, but she'd happened to glance at the calendar inside the Compound when going for food, and noticed the date. All things considered, a year wasn't an especially long time, but here, it seemed to be a more important landmark, a significant measure of time they'd been away from home, and unlike her, Peter had a hell of a lot to miss back there. There were times she missed the city, yes, and some of her friends, but that paled in comparison to what she knew he'd left behind - his powers, his aunt, his wife. She believed him when he said he had stopped comparing the two of them, but that didn't mean she had, and for all that she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if given the choice, she would have stayed on the island with him, she couldn't expect him to feel the same way, and she couldn't blame him for that, either.
So she'd waited, alternating between sitting and reading and pacing, all the while checking the door, as if just looking at it would make him come through it. She had already guessed that he had figured out or been told the date and its meaning, making her decision not to tell him useless. Just like she couldn't blame him for missing home, though, neither could she blame him for staying gone for a while, unsettled though it may have made her. He probably had a lot to think about, more than she did, and all of what she'd been dealing with had been enough to set her head spinning. It was enough that, by the time she crawled into bed, intending to wait there for him, she dozed off not long after, worn out from just the effort of waiting for him, despite having even left the lights on. She had faith, at least, that he would come back. It was when, and what he would do when he did, that was the concern.
So she'd waited, alternating between sitting and reading and pacing, all the while checking the door, as if just looking at it would make him come through it. She had already guessed that he had figured out or been told the date and its meaning, making her decision not to tell him useless. Just like she couldn't blame him for missing home, though, neither could she blame him for staying gone for a while, unsettled though it may have made her. He probably had a lot to think about, more than she did, and all of what she'd been dealing with had been enough to set her head spinning. It was enough that, by the time she crawled into bed, intending to wait there for him, she dozed off not long after, worn out from just the effort of waiting for him, despite having even left the lights on. She had faith, at least, that he would come back. It was when, and what he would do when he did, that was the concern.