Re: log: gwen/flash at the apartment
"Saying you dress like the grim reaper is totally misrepresenting," she informed him helpfully, but she understood what he was trying to convey. "It's hard when people don't get it, and I have a really bad habit of just not clarifying, which is maybe the same as you cutting people out, but neither way is super good, you know? Biologically, people aren't meant to be alone. Hermits and recluses are cool in stories, but they're really not so great in practice."
She didn't realize there was a confession in progress for a few seconds, because she was potentially counting his eyelashes when he closed his eyes. "Why were you lonely?" she asked. He'd talked about being lonely before, and she'd never really understood how he could be lonely with a bunch of people that cared about him a lot. "MJ, Perry, Harry, her, with them all around, why were you lonely? And why does your friendship with MJ require repair?" She wasn't deliberately trying to bombard him with questions, but she had a real desire to understand him in a way that didn't come from disassociated memories. Then he said that thing about shrugging and swearing, and she scoffed. "Flash Madison, I kind of like your shrugging and swearing." She said it very serious, as if she was declaring a need for world peace.
She wasn't trying to make him feel bad by asking her question. It was the one thing she'd promised Jude she would ask, and she really did want the answer, but maybe she wasn't so hot at understanding emotional repercussions yet. She did understand that it wasn't a good thing to ask, but the question was already out there, and she was listening, which prevented her from trying to figure out why he was upset right away.
While he talked, she tugged up the brim of his hat a little, because she totally couldn't see his face when he pulled the hat down like that. She was going to verbalize her feeling that it wasn't a shit answer, because it totally wasn't, and she thought that was probably the logical course of action, to communicate about the situation. But it didn't feel like the right thing to do. So, instead, she leaned forward from her kneel a little bit, and she tried to figure out the physics of tipping her head at the proper angle to avoid both brim and nose, and she kissed him. It wasn't a crazy kiss. It was kind of tentative and chaste, and her hands were folded in her lap, but it was a kiss.