Re: Gwen & Peter
Peter sat down when he was bid, though he didn't quite sit still right away. He was a little too hyped up with the energy of the night for that, and too keyed into the very real fact that he likely wouldn't be seeing anyone for a while in the near future. It felt like the band was breaking up. He didn't like it. "Maybe I like substandard couches," he protested as he settled in. He looked over at her. God, she looked so tired. He tapped his left shoulder with his right hand, inviting her to lay her head there the same way she'd tapped the couch to get him to sit. "Come on. If it's not good for being a pillow, it's not good for anything. Except holding my arm on."
He leaned his head back against the couch. "I made a solemn vow to dance with everyone," he said, watching her still. "And I don't believe you weren't stalking me even a little. I'm stalkable in the same way some guys are huggable, it's a cross I have to bear."