R(oger) (deadiseasy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-01 10:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gwen stacy (ghost spider), r |
Who: R(oger) and Gwen Stacy
When: Circa August 12
Where: Coffee Shop
What: Friends meeting for coffee
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete.
Gwen had been through a lot lately. She’d found out that Peter was dreaming about her, that she’d died in Peter’s dreams, and because of him, and that they were engaged to be married at the time. Talk about a head trip. Not to mention the terrorist attack... let’s not get into that. Then she’d been in a blind girl’s body for a week.
She was sitting in the coffee shop with one of those chocolatey, sugary, milkshake-y drinks. It was cupped between her hands, and she was nestled on a sofa by the window, staring off into space. It was a beautiful day outside, but she was just sitting. Letting her mind be blank while she waited for her friend to show up.
Roger’s days had been blissfully uneventful. Save for a friend confessing her crush on him, he couldn’t think of anything noteworthy to bring up to anyone, and so he was excited to catch up with Gwen after her trip to Switzerland.
Once he got his own coffee, he sat across from her with a vague grin and a stunted sort of wave.
“Hey.”
The figure sitting across from her brought Gwen back to her senses. She sat up a little and put on a tired smile. “Hey...” It was almost like he’d caught her dozing on the sofa by the window. (One of the reasons she picked this coffee shop was the sofa by the window. “...sorry, were you saying something?”
“Uh. No.” Roger frowned a bit, just slightly, head tilting a little. “Just. Hi. Hey. Uh. You all right?”
“Just... thinking.” Gwen sat up a bit and gave him a more solid smile. “I’ve had a lot to process lately. How are you?”
“Ah.” He nodded and took a sip of coffee. “Good. I’m good.” Not good that she had a lot to process. “How was the trip?”
“Oh. It was... a lot.” Gwen said, sitting up a bit more and lifting her cup to sip from it. Her coffee had gone cold while she was staring out the window. Well, not cold. Luke warm, really. “Spending so much time with Peter... apparently, he’s been Dreaming about me, too. Though, differently. He dreamed about us in college. He dreamed that I died.”
Roger just winced a bit. He dreamed a lot about death, and un-death, but fortunately he didn’t really have to dream about anyone he knew dying. He couldn’t really imagine that.
“Uh. I’m sorry,” he told her. And he was, really, even though he had nothing to do with it. “What did he say?”
“He said... He said that he and I were going to get married, but that we didn’t because I died. And that he watched everyone around him die. It was very sad.” Gwen said, frowning.
“Oh.” Roger frowned, too. “You still like him a lot, don’t you?”
Gwen swallowed. “That’s complicated.” Meaning; yes. “I mean, I don’t deserve him. I pushed him away, and now I’m paying for that terrible mistake.”
“I’m sorry.” Again, even though it still wasn’t his fault. He wished his brain wasn’t feeling so fuzzy lately, but stringing long thoughts and sentences together was difficult. “It’ll work out.”
“Yeah.” Gwen gave him a smile. “Thanks.” She was glad that she had some support. It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t directly involved, and who hadn’t heard it all a billion times anyway. “Anyway, how are you lately? Tell me about the life of Roger.”
“Uh.” Roger sipped his coffee, blinking a bit as he thought. “I’m good. I work? No weird dreams lately. Just feeling … Lethargic.” Yes, that was a good word. He was pretty impressed he could think of it at all.
“Well, you should get out for a run, or something.” Gwen suggested, trying to be helpful. “We could go jogging together. That lifts my spirits sometimes.”
He let out a very short laugh. “Uh. Maybe.” He could just see them, Gwen jogging and him shuffling behind her with a vacant expression on his face. “Some day.”
Gwen gave him a hopeful smile. “Let me know. It might help clear your head a bit.” She leaned back a bit in her chair, lifting her coffee for a sip. “Other than that, you’re okay? Are you seeing anyone right now?” She was kinda hoping to have a love life to focus on besides her own.
“Probably.” Fresh air, heart pumping, it would likely do him wonders, really. But he shrugged a bit, moving on to her next question. “No. I’m not really good with girls. Friend-zoned constantly.”
“Yeah? Has it happened recently?” She didn’t think she’d heard him talking about any girls lately. Then again, Gwen had been so distracted over the last… well… ever.
“Sort of? There was a girl who likes me. But … Heh. I guess I friend-zoned her,” Roger admittedly a bit sheepishly. “I’m just friendly? Guess it comes off like flirting sometimes. I dunno.”
“So, you didn’t feel anything for her?” Gwen asked, sounding almost disappointed. She was hoping for something juicy, actually. Or… well, something other than her silly lack of love life.
“No. Sorry to disappoint.” Roger cracked a smile. “I’ll let you know if it ever happens.”
“Well, get on it, man.” Gwen teased. “How am I going to live vicariously through someone’s love life if you’re not having one?”
“Uh. Don’t know if you remember, but. I’m sort of turning into a zombie.” He laughed. “I’m the furthest away from having a life.”
“Pssht.” Gwen said, giving him a smile. “You’re not a zombie in this world. Not yet. And zombies need love, too, right?” She winked.
“Yeah. Everyone wants to cuddle a zombie.” Roger just rolled his eyes a bit. “Do you wanna go grab a real lunch? Sandwich shop not far. Pretty good food.”
Gwen laughed. “Mmm… cold, rotting flesh.” She tried to keep up that tease, but pulled a face, and gave a little shudder, then laughed again. “Yeah. Let’s do it. Everyone wants to have lunch with a zombie.”