Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
She squeezed his fingers when he said it was nice she got the chance to see her dad. She figured he was sad because he hadn't gotten a chance to see his parents or his uncle, and she met his quick smile when he looked up with cornflower blue eyes that said she understood. She didn't realize he was thinking about her, but that was because she was right there, and most of her thoughts about her own death revolved around the logical reasons why it had been necessary. Ergo, thinking about his reaction after wasn't something that surfaced as bad. She never thought of him grieving, though she did think he probably felt pretty guilty at the time. But, beyond that, it was about his future. Maybe that was a result of the intersection of her path with all the previous Peters that had learned from the instance and gone on to do what they were supposed to do with their abilities as a result.
She gasped when he said she should try living without rules. Hand to her mouth and totally exaggerated, before the conversation turned to Harry, and then she just watched his face as he read through the journal conversation. "He would spike sometimes, but he would calm down if we did stuff, or if he just held on too tight," she admitted, the red that suffused her cheeks as much shame that she'd let Harry use her like that, as it was out of sheer embarrassment about the conversation. Okay, so she still wanted Peter to think she was better than she was. She'd been a much better person back in high school, and some of her choices in the past few years were things she really wasn't proud of.
He looked up, and he was close, and she almost shuffled back on the blanket. But they were twenty, and that was old enough to sit with someone on a blanket without needing to maintain a foot's distance or something. He nudged, and she smiled, even given the subject, and she took the phone back when he tapped at it. "I'm just worried that even if Doctor Banner cures him, that's going to stay." She held up the phone to indicate the that, and then she tucked it away again. "And I think that's potentially problematic."
A hard breeze blew, and she looked up as the green in the field swayed in a sky that was getting darker. The dinosaurs began to amble off, though it wasn't with any danger-rush, and she reached for the map and spread it out on the blanket. And, okay, maybe she looked over at him from the corner of her eye a few times as she did it. Blonde hair against her cheek as she leaned over to see where they were, and to determine the safest course back. He was close, and he was distracting, and that wasn't conducive to concentration or recently-strengthened convictions. That made her think of Mary Jane, and she rested her hand on the map's corner and rolled it forward a little as she tried to focus.