Re: osborn estate: gwen & pete
[The hammock caught her attention, and she smiled. She wasn't sure she still had it in her to smile these days, but apparently she did. Maybe it was all that practice at normalcy with people on the journals, because she didn't really know how else to cope with everything that happened since they'd ended up in the zombie door. She'd thought herself resilient once, but she'd vastly overestimated her own ability to deal with things. She would need to reevaluate eventually, but she'd just been trying to power through for the past few months, and now there was nothing left to power through, and she was at a loss. Gwen Stacy was never at a loss, and she didn't like how helpless it all felt.
But the hammock made her smile, even if the smile disappeared when she saw the bruising on his face. She knew it would heal faster than it should, and she'd seen him looking worse, but that didn't make it any easier. She looked down at her shirt, and she tugged the fabric away from her belly.] I figured I'd support underdog vigilantes.
[She nodded toward the bruises on his face.] We should get some ice on those. Is he [she looked toward the panic room] okay? Asleep? [Logic dictated she should get to work on obtaining Harry's samples right away, but she wasn't feeling very logical standing there, fingers trying to cover the bruise on her neck that he was looking at.] I'm okay. I was stupid. I trusted him, even though everyone told me not to.