Re: Gramercy: Harry and Gwen
Gwen held the hug a few seconds longer than politeness allowed, but she couldn't remember when she'd last gotten a hug from Harry. Even without the specific time parameter available to her, she knew it had been a long time. High school, possibly, because things had been a mess since then. Even when things hadn't been technically bad, they'd been different. This felt like before prom, and before that school lab and the resulting pregnancy. It felt nice, and she let herself have it for a few seconds, despite the weakness the lean and squeeze of arms demonstrated.
But, finally, she drew back. Her smile was a little damp as she moved aside and motioned into the tiny studio. "Thanks. It's small, but you know how mom is. She loves to decorate." Her mom was the only person who would furnish an apartment with a bed that tucked into the wall, when it would've likely been less expensive to just rent a larger unit. But Gwen liked it; it felt safe. After all the space of the Osborn Estate, after all those empty and echoing walls, this clutter was a nice change; she suspected that had been the entire consideration in her mom's selection of the location.
She closed the door behind Harry, and she motioned to the loveseat. "Sit. Sit." She wanted him to tell her what he remembered, but she wasn't exactly sure how to begin that particular conversation. So, she took a seat herself instead, legs curled beneath her as she waited for him to join her.