Re: log: carnage comes home
The relief was visible in Peter's expression when she didn't, you know, turn into red goop and try to eat him. She felt human, felt real, and he so very badly wanted that to be enough. (Even though Gwen didn't have green eyes.) He didn't pull his hand back, nope, and he squeezed her fingers when she asked if she'd died. It was a question he really, really didn't want to answer, but he couldn't lie. "Yeah." There was so much he wanted to say—sorry in a million different ways, mostly. There was a lot he wanted to ask, too, he just didn't know where to start. And, okay, there was a tiny voice in his head insisting that he not drop his guard just yet.
But there was still no hesitation at all when she asked if it was safe. He nodded. "It's safe. You're safe. Promise." Not that his promises meant much, because he'd promised that he wouldn't let her die. He could also be promising something very much not Gwen that it was safe; obviously, he hoped it wasn't that. The little quip about logic, though, that was so Gwen, and he couldn't help giving a weak smile in return.
Then she asked about Flash. He looked at her. "Uh. I'm not sure." He paused. "Do you... want me to tell him?"