It was bad enough that Peter slowly crawled down a wall, cradling his injured limb, rather than leap down, and her heart stuck in her throat watching the young man descend the wall. But adding insult to his injury was the lack of mask. Peter was rarely without the mask when in costume, even though his identity wasn't really all that secret. Lara knew that he must not be feeling like himself.
"Oh Peter," she sighed, her hand involuntarily coming up to caress his cheek. Just before it came into contact with his face, she remembered herself and paused, unsure if she should touch him or not. Lara thought 'Bugger it all' and did it anyway.