Re: log: gwen/flash at the apartment
"That makes sense, given the way the suit's bonding works. I actually know the suit particulars pretty well, since I tried to access those memories after meeting you. But I don't have hands-on experience experimenting on the symbiote, and I don't have the assistance she had working on the suit, so I'm trying to figure it out in reverse. I'm learning that actually memories come back a lot quicker if I have tangible interactions, so the notes would be great. Um... I have the port procedure tomorrow, and the head scientist says I'll need to stay a few days after the procedure, but I could come by after." She hadn't logically registered the fact that he'd tensed, but her hand was rubbing his chest in an inexperienced attempt at comforting touch. Her belly did funny things when he kissed her head, and she pressed her fingers against his shirt (and chest).
"I wonder if it's genetic," she said of Felicity's ability, and the immediate interest was, well, immediate. "I guess that would be the ability to affect probability, since luck is just an improved case of probability, but controlling that is massively affecting the space around you. If we're talking about more than assessing probability well, then it means she can manipulate the very rules of science and math." She sounded impressed, and it was pretty obvious that she was momentarily lost in considering all the potential repercussions of an ability that sounded super harmless. "Wow." That was whispered, and she returned to the subject of MJ a moment later. "MJ, in my limited experience, and given my acquired memory data, needs to be super important in the eyes of the people she cares about. It's an emotional need, I think, and she might not even be aware of it. It also doesn't negate the ability of the people she cares about to like and/or become involved with other people, as long as she's considered the best. Felicity kind of threatens that in her mind." Gwen didn't add that she wasn't super sure MJ was okay with any of this.
She might've voiced that, but she was busy hoping a time machine would appear in the middle of the tiny apartment. And then he chased the kiss, and she was super distracted by his mouth. Unthinking, she brushed a strand of blond hair away from his forehead when he leaned back on his elbows. "I think you should take time to consider." In contradiction to her words, her hand was pressed to his stomach, fingers tugging at his shirt. "You're totally not going to like that explanation. I'm aware you're not going to like that explanation."