Re: osborn estate: gwen & pete
You use your ability to incite laughter in nefariously cheat-sneaky ways, bug boy. [He always had, and she didn't need to stammer over anything to admit that was true.] Me. And people. And me. [She was grinning. Yep. So grinning, and his Rodrigo was making no comebacks. Nope. She just gave him a look.] Oh, yeah? You're going for the sneaky non-intern again? Think you should try a new routine this time? Maybe? Kind of? [Smile.
And she let go of his finger when he tugged, which was good, because he needed his hands for all those non-verbal gestures that he still favored, despite being so old now, like rocking chair old. Scientifically, he was probably past the prime of his life, minus like 20 years.] Jason and I are just dating. [Which, yeah, maybe not the best thing to say. Moving on. So moving on.
What's so funny? But she didn't answer. Nope. Syringes. Instructions. She sobered a little when she looked toward the panic room, and then she looked back at him. She really wanted to say stupid stuff, like suggest they do something together that didn't involve injecting his best friend and her ex-lover. But that felt awkward. Rejected.] I'll be in the lab. There are a bunch of rooms upstairs. I lived here for most of last year, so I can let you know where anything is. [Big place. Lots of space. Check, and she was acting like she'd lost her last functioning brain cell.]
Going now. [A jerk of her thumb. Moving would be good too. Which she did. Move. The door closed behind her and she leaned back against it. This was so stupid. Ugh. Initial encounters were more emotionally challenging than subsequent encounters, and zombies hadn't really counted, given the nature of... Ugh.