Re: osborn estate: gwen & pete
Are you sure that's where you draw the line? [Maybe he had no right to tease her, cheeky grin and all, but whatever. Even under current circumstances Pete just couldn't turn it off. He'd already done his share of moping around and wallowing in guilt. Besides, he wasn't really the brooding type.
The ice was only a little cold against his skin through the paper towel, but he sat perfectly still, hands gripping the edge of the counter. He didn't touch her, nope, nu-uh, even though the desire was there. Old habits.] It does matter. MJ, Harry, they're not your fault. And if he can't see that you just wanted what was best for him once he's better, well, then he's an idiot. [He shrugged.] Sorry. [As for the big secret, he still thought it was about Norman. Maybe if he'd seen Emily he might put two and two together, but he hadn't, and he didn't.] You mean about what his dad was doing? Gwen, you knew he wouldn't have taken it well. [An understatement.
MJ and Gwen hadn't exactly been best friends forever back home, but they'd gotten along. It was never a competition, as far as he knew. He and MJ were close, but just friends, and he'd fallen for Gwen pretty hard. There was never any doubt there.] What happened with you two? Can I ask? [It was his turn to smile sadly when she said she still didn't think Harry would've killed her. He did. He'd seen it happen.] No, not stupid. I wish I had that kind of faith in him. [But, Peter didn't. And he wasn't sure he ever would.
This time, he looked at her. No averting gazes or hemming and hawing.] Honestly? He didn't say anything. I don't think Harry even knows she's dead, Gwen. I don't think he remembers. [And the whole not touching her thing went right out the window when he reached up to tug on her wrist.] Your turn. [Because he really didn't need the ice. She did.]