Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
Part of him knew Gwen could handle herself, but Peter was a worrier. It happened. He could respect her independence and worry about her at the same time, and for the most part he managed to balance both. Sometimes, yeah, he went a little overboard, but she always put him in his place. She was no damsel in distress, and he liked that about her. Okay, so her not staying back had led to her death, but he tried not to think about that. Gwen was here. She was alive. Why dwell on the past? He wasn't going to let history repeat itself, no way, and that was what mattered.
He let out a quiet laugh when the dinosaur trumpeted and ran past them, back into the herd; he couldn't help it. And when Gwen turned, it was instinct and old things that had him holding onto her arms, just above her elbows, as she braced her hands on his chest. "That sounds poetic," he teased, and when she looked up at him and smiled, well, he couldn't help smiling in return either. Sure, it was probably because of the dinosaurs, but maybe he could still fix this. If he could just find a way to show her...
But then she grabbed his hand, and he was focused on keeping his steps quiet and careful as she led him into the clearing. He didn't tell her to stop, didn't tell her it was a bad idea. Hey, the closer they could get, the better. He followed her lead, right out into the center of the herd. None of the dinosaurs startled or took off, no noises to indicate they felt threatened, and he nodded when she told him to open her bag. He let go of her hand, just a little reluctantly, and crouched down to unzip the bag without causing a disturbance.
The dinosaurs clearly didn't care, though, and he spread out the blanket on the grass before sitting down and tipping his head back to look up at her. "This is kind of awesome," he said, and he reached out to snag his bag and drag it over. "Also, I brought cookies. You're welcome."