Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
"It was almost home. Weird, huh? I mean, things there were different. Really different," she said, and maybe it was the quiet and the lulling sound of the dinosaurs tearing leaves off tall trees in the distance, because telling him about that place so wasn't on the plan at the outset of this journey into the recreated Cretaceous Period. "I was only there a few hours, but it dropped me at the station, and he was at work. He didn't even know I wasn't his Gwen, but it was really good to see any version of him at all." She had to weigh the pros and cons to determine an answer to his question about difficulty in leaving, and she ultimately shook her head to indicate the negative. Blonde hair clinging to the back of his red sweater, and the camera loose in her fingers for the moment. "No. It was okay to come back. That wasn't home. You weren't there. Mary Jane was." Which was probably as close as she could come to explaining anything without revealing webby things that she was still keeping mostly to herself.
It was easier to just roll her eyes when he talked about his attendance. "You can't brag about bad attendance being better than worse attendance, Peter Parker. Nuh uh. No way. Nope!" But she was smiling, and she handed over the camera with a laugh when he twisted and reached for it. She stretched out her arm, like she was going to give it right over, the camera, and then she tugged it back with another laugh before relenting it and letting it go. If there was one thing dating Peter Parker had gotten her used to, it was being looked at through a lens.
Her smile stayed as she reached for the dinging and discarded phone, and it stayed even as she didn't notice that the sky was starting to darken in a way that could possibly prove problematic in the future. "Flash is back," she said with a smile that said just how much she'd missed her friend, and her fingers flew over the keys with only a few frowns for Mary Jane-related hiccups in the conversation. No, it was the conclusion to her conversation with Harry that made her sit up quickly and just shove the phone into her bag, zipper closed and one arm over her knees.
"Harry's starting to scare me," she finally said. The words were challenging to get past her lips. Logically, she knew there wasn't anything wrong with fear; it was a biological adaptation to ensure survival. But it still felt like the worse kind of betrayal to say the words aloud. She looked back at Peter. "When we got here, he was so sweet, Pete. I know it's three years later, and we aren't kids in high school anymore. I know people change when they grow up, but this isn't like that."