Re: log: gwen/flash at the apartment
"I meant the word 'okay!' Alone! Without accompanying words!" Okay, that clarification was totally too loud, and it came with a blush, but she laughed after and shook her head. "That was so stupid. If I believed in religion, I would amend that to be, 'God, that was so stupid,' just for emphasis, but I can't bring myself to do it. And, hey! I work at a diner, and I can't even pick up overtime hours because I'm stuck in the lab." In other words, the League didn't actually pay her anything. She was property, and property didn't get a check from HQ, so the diner was totally it as far as income went.
She hopped back when he moved past her, but she was (somehow) too slow to keep from getting out of his way entirely. But his skateboard was safe, and that was important, right? The fact that she was actually really fast (when she wasn't thinking about it) was being ignored for the moment.
The tiny apartment felt even smaller than normal with him in it, and she sat on the bench at the foot of the bed while he looked around. She kind of expected him to get that haunted look on his face, like Jason had, and she was maybe staring as a result. Her seafoam gaze lifted as he pulled his hat off, and she kept watching as he ran a hand through his hair. She was just about to make herself break the nerd-music silence, and she stood to find a point of distraction.
But he sat on the bed and sighed angrily, and she kind of forgot all about distractions. She used the bench to climb over the bed's footboard, and she dropped down and sat against it, legs crossed atop the blankets. "Um... I think maybe it's about her and not me, which is okay. I understand. Um... and there's MJ." She almost left it there, but she nudged him with her toes and blurted out words she wasn't really intending to say. "You can't storm out, okay? I know it's totally uncomfortable to talk about, but you're the only one that doesn't get really weird talking about it."