Re: osborn estate: gwen & pete
[That made him laugh, loud enough to echo in the kitchen.] A very close second, Gwen Stacy, and I almost pulled off Rodrigo. You can't deny my improvisation skills. [Pete swatted at her fingers playfully, with no real desire to get them (or her) out of his face.]
Nu-uh. [Now it was his turn to wag a finger in her face, mock chastisement.] You think MJ and I are supposed to be together. You think we've all got our set paths, and even if we deviate from them a little, sooner or later we'll come back full circle. But I respectfully disagree. [Maybe, back home, he and MJ had been close and he'd... well, it might've crossed his mind once or twice, but nothing had happened. He hadn't been ready, and now he was here. Gwen was alive, which brought back all those feelings he'd been trying to put to rest. Ha-ha, said the universe. He smiled, just a little smug.] I think we make our own stories. And I'm apologizing for the way that Peter made you feel. Which I can do if I want. So there. [Yeah, Pete was so okay with the touching, and he followed the salute through once she set it up. It was easy to smile around her, easy to not even think about it.]
Someday, then. You'll be the best mom ever. [Pete didn't ask about Emily. If it was true and Gwen wanted him to know one day, somewhere down the line, then she'd tell him. But, suddenly, she was talking about stopping with Harry, and not sleeping with Jason yet, and he tried to play it cool. Do not stutter. Do not turn red.] Yet? [Whoa, whoa, he regretted the question as soon as he said it, and he squeezed his eyes shut in a brief moment of dismay.] Sorry. That's none of my-- syringes. Right. Syringes are good. And anything that makes Harry even a little saner can't be a bad thing. I figure-- I should stick around here for a while. Just in case. [He didn't know if she'd stay. He felt like he couldn't ask. Nah, she should go home, he'd take Harry-watch.
He shook his head.] I haven't told anyone anything.