Re: quicklog: Gwen S/Jason T
[He always liked seeing her excited, and she didn't need to ask twice. He shut the door behind him and walked up next to her. The air outside was warm, but the heat, growing every day, was already settling down.
He didn't look at the stars much. You couldn't really see any good ones in Gotham. Too much light and smog, and very few stars in that yellow haze to count. In this broad city even the air was better, and he spotted the constellation she was pointing to after a few minutes of searching.] Who's Berenice? [He asked it without thinking much. There was only so much space to lean out the window, and Gwen was close in her little skirt, blonde hair awash over her shoulders. He could pretend it had never happened, that bad encounter they'd had when everyone in Marvel was horny and stupid. Well, maybe neither was so new to him, but he didn't think he'd have tried to go so far with her, otherwise. He wasn't very good at the intricacies of dating, or at taking it slow, and it had been stupid. But he'd tried.]
I think you're about to tell me. [Warm, turning sideways to face her, hitching a hip against the window frame.]