quicklog: jason t/gwen s
[The diner was nothing fancy, but the food was serviceable and the coffee was decent. Jason was occupying a booth near the back, sitting on the side that faced the door.
It seemed as if he was going to keep ending up in Marvel, whatever his good intentions to never show his face there again. But there was nothing else for it. Gwen sounded like she could use a friend right now, and he wanted to be that for her. That was all that mattered. That had to be all. Flash was in rough shape, and, as usual, everything had her convinced she was going to die. If he could take her mind off that for a little while and get her to eat something, that'd be good enough.
His coffee was black. Her cup was flipped up, but there was nothing in it yet - he hadn't wanted to assume how she liked it.]