Re: quicklog: jason t/gwen s
I dunno, I think you could build something that would distract her pretty good. Maybe a little robot mouse that runs into the kitchen? [He countered the half-serious admission with humor because he couldn't think of anything else to say. He hoped she didn't really think that about herself. He hoped she didn't think sadness was all she had to offer anybody.
He smiled a little at her when she talked about Flash. It was probably good for her to do that, to think about him safe and happy. It wasn't as if the guy was dead, but still.] Sounds like he got a roommate so somebody would make him frozen pizza while his butt was on the couch. [Lazy video-game playing friends were a lot easier to think about than maimed ones in hospital beds.
The story sounded even more insane when Gwen told it again. He'd met a lot of people who wanted to be heroes after he joined the Batfamily, and he'd seen a lot of people get hurt because they tried. Even the ones who knew what they were doing got killed sometimes. It didn't bode well for amateurs, and, in Flash's case, a noble instinct had ended grim as hell.
Gwen told the story as if Flash had been hurt because he came back for her, and Christ, the last thing Gwen Stacy needed was something fucking else to be guilty about.] That door fucks up everybody who sets foot in it. [Flash getting hurt was about the monsters inside, not on her. She'd gone in to get him out, after all.
At Peter's excuse for not going, his brow furrowed briefly in frustration. He picked up his cup of coffee, looking over at the waitress bearing their plates of food, trying to cover the expression.
He wasn't really allowed to have negative opinions about Peter Parker. Whatever had driven him to hook up with Mary Jane, not helping out because he didn't want to talk to Gwen about it was beyond a lame excuse. It explained, at least, why Gwen had stopped talking to him so abruptly. He couldn't say any of that, though, because he'd fucked up a lot worse himself, so he settled for a grim expression while the waitress set their food down in front of them.
His vow of silence lasted until the waitress was out of earshot, and then he couldn't stand it any more.] That's shitty. [Flat, unapologetic. It was.]