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Gwen Stacy (imintrouble) wrote in wariscoming,

It was so hard to see Peter...as a shell of who he'd been. there was no twinkle to him at all. There was nothing there that appeared to be the Peter that she knew. He wasn't the guy that grinned and stumbled awkwardly over his words. He wasn't the guy that had stolen as many kisses as possible between serious conversations. He was so empty. She didn't even know if the words were actually reaching him. "I was safe. I'll be safe once we get inside." If he were himself he would have been so much more argumentative and so much more bothered by her not quite listening to him when it all boiled down to it. Peter wasn't himself at the moment. Nobody could blame him for that.

It was very lucky that Gwen knew what to say. It was lucky that she knew to say the one thing that would get through, but would perhaps hurt him. It was the right thing to do, though. It was going to get him inside. Gwen knew that the moment before he spoke, hearing his concession was a relief. Gwen moved, sitting up a bit more. "Peter." She said his name, in an attempt to get his attention. "Do you want to carry Lydia inside so that...," She almost said body and then thought better," so that she's safer?"

Gwen had been lucky that she hadn't seen her father pass. She didn't have to see his body after he'd passed. She saw him cleaned up and looking presentable in the casket. This was so different, and nothing Gwen was prepared for, but Peter needed someone to be strong now. She was going to be strong for him even if the thought of touching that poor dead girl made her stomach churn. She would manage it.