Re: AMNH: Gwen & Pete
Peter so didn't care about destiny or logic or spreadsheets. Sure, he was a science geek, second (a close second, thank you) in his class, but he followed his heart more than his head. He was impulsive. That was why he and Gwen had worked so well, and why he--arguably--had needed her. She was his voice of reason, the one who made him stop and think when he otherwise would've rushed headlong into danger or whatever he was rushing headlong into. Her logic wasn't a bad thing, by those points, but it was all about balance. Too much of anything tipped the scales. He thought they balanced each other out well, though. (Okay, so he was kind of biased when it came to them being together. Whatever. Still true!)
It was super hard to focus when she leaned back in, and his gaze slid down to follow the trail of her fingers along his shirt. Why were they even talking? But then she said it felt a little rushed, hah, and he looked back up at her. Eyes, right. Not her mouth. Eye contact, Peter. "I know." He was playing along, teasing that was still more breath than sound. He grinned. "But I can fix that." Because he should really kiss her again. Yep. Good idea.
And he would have, he even leaned back in for it, if she hadn't stepped away. His expression turned quizzical when she told him to close his eyes and count to three, but he relented. "Okay. If you say so." Eyes closed, he counted to three in his head, opened them back up, and...
She was gone.
He frowned. Okay, he'd counted quick. No mississippis. Nobody could move that fast, and anyway, Peter swore he hadn't heard footsteps. "Gwen?" He was totally confused. The thing that made most sense was to check the next display over, and his mind worked furiously while he took those steps. Thinking, thinking. He was definitely missing something here.