With great power, comes great responsibility.

Remember what I said before, about not being known for my spectacular planning? This is one of those cases. Mary Jane's mouth opens in surprise, and for a moment my expression mirrors hers. I want to marry you -- it's the sort of thing that sounds good in the moment, easy like breathing, a promise that you have no intention of keeping. Except, of course, for the part where I meant every word of it. We've gone through our ups and downs -- and there's no question that we're about to sink lower than ever before at Osborn's discretion -- but if our month apart taught me anything, it's that I can't lose her again.

"Yeah," I say on an exhale, with a short, decisive nod. "Yeah, I do."