Re: quicklog, marvel: mj/flash
You're all fucking dramatic. [Flash said with a roll of his eyes. He obviously was the only person in the group who didn't overreact about everything. Even if he hated this Jason guy without even knowing him. Even if he got so upset about shit sometimes he ran to his video game world of glitches, pixels and dead faced NPC's. And yeah he was still worried about Harry. He didn't see him getting out of this and his mind bounced back to that night in the woods when Mr. Osborn was full Goblin. Terrifying and another grown ass man who needed to rip apart teenagers trying to do the right thing.
But, she distracted him with that question about his smile and he tried to wipe it off. Course, thick fingers rubbing at the edges of his mouth like he could shine it away.] Nah, what? Nothing. [The smile grew. Broad and uncontrolled. He swatted away the pressure on his knee.] Gwen told me you were different, man. But, like [He suddenly felt the need to explain it perfectly. He wished he was like Peter, who stumbled around the right words until he needed to say something right. He'd even be glad to be like Harry, who sharply said what he meant. Direct like a knife at the throat. Flash never had charm. He usually let his muscles do the talking for him. He stopped to think and started again:] ...she never really knew you. She saw you like a billboard, you know? Not a person. So no, you're different, but you're the same, too. The good parts I used to like.