Peter doesn't move at all as she bridges the distance between them. He's still grappling with the thought she lived with this for as long as she did. She carried her own grief for losing her friend, and he's seen her- he's seen her emotions. He's seen she's more than pretending. He has witnessed who she is beyond what most people ever get the chance to see. He feels so lucky to have gotten to see it, to have gotten to really know and love her. And it helps to share this with her because she's lived it, because she cared for Gwen too.

Though he's been in Wonderland for almost an hour now unable to move from his spot, he feels like he's home, like the haze breaks free around him, and he's back to abruptly, suddenly being Peter.

His expression crumples. He feels the full weight of that grief as he lifts his arms up to wrap around her too. Something strangled, something grieving leaves him abruptly in its sound like a cross between a sob and a yell (grief and anger). Those tears slip down his face, and his fingertips dig into her back hard, pulling her closer to him, as close as he can get her.

He means to apologize too.

She lost her too, but he can't get words out yet. Instead all that leaves him is her name. "Mary Jane."