Peter absolutely could've gone on at length about the specs of his suit, the mechanics behind it and why every single element was strictly necessary. And maybe a little stylistic, too. But none of that mattered just then. Gwen did feel so soft and familiar, just like he remembered. He listened as she spoke about what happened to him in her world, thinking of Curt Connors in his own world and how he sounded just like him.
He held her a little closer, bringing a hand up to stroke her hair. "How could anyone think you'd be capable of that?" he asked. "I know you'd never intentionally hurt me. I know just as well as you do that losing the people we love is an occupational hazard. Doesn't make it hurt any less, though. Or make us feel any less at fault." Peter sighed and finally held Gwen back just a bit so he could look down into her eyes. "But we're both here and both alive. I don't know why or what that means, but one day at a time, right?"