Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
"Yeah," she said of getting to see some version of her dad, and her smile said that some version was better than no version in her estimation. She knew there was a lot of concern about versions and iterations, but her dad was her dad, and she was just glad to see his face. There was no logic behind it and, for once, she didn't need to look for any. "It wasn't him, but it was," she said, her explanation completely missing any scientifically salient points. "It was just nice to have a memory that was fresh. To remember what his hugs felt like, and what he sounded like, and how the lines around his mouth dug in when he smiled. You know, the stuff you forget when someone's gone for a while." Peter knew all about that kind of thing, and she knew that.
"There are rules about acceptable bragging topics," she corrected with a playful grin, and she didn't notice how many times the camera clicked. It was the sound of her later high school experience, and it was white nose to her mind, that series of clicks.
She watched as he rolled onto his back, and she watched as he sat up. She didn't want to voice concerns here, but it was just easy to talk to him about stuff (way to embrace scientific terminology, Stacy!), even if she'd vetoed certain subjects from go on this outing. But Harry wasn't Mary Jane, and this was a concern that was shared, and she reasoned it was okay.
"I don't know," she admitted of how much was the serum and how much was Harry, but she knew she'd reached the point where she was officially in over her head with Harry Osborn. She'd been toeing that line for bruises and months, but something had changed since the night in the panic room, and she had less control over their conversations than she had in the past. "Before, I could rein him in eventually, but now I can't," she admitted. "I know his dad messed him up, but this is different somehow." She didn't have any good terminology for how Harry's behavior had shifted; she only knew that it had.
He asked what scared her, and she sighed and reached into her pack. She pulled the phone out, and she slid her fingers along the screen until the conversation came up, and then she handed it to him. "It's just a feeling. It's not even anything I can quantify as a specific threat."
She was sitting close now, shoulder against his without even thinking about the nearness as some kind of balm for the day's really terrible stuff.