[peter looks up abruptly at the sound of her voice and the sound of her walking this way. he would recognize her steps anywhere. his mouth parts, and about a hundred emotions crash into him at once. he's got his memories back now of that night. he now remembers exactly how devastated he'd felt and why, but what was he going to do? go to her and say he was wrecked when she was dead? that he caught a glimpse of her on the bed, blood everywhere (he smelled it in the air) like her chest had been caved in, as if that's supposed to-
he hasn't seen her. he hasn't made much of an effort to leave his room lately beyond to be spider-man.
his chest aches, and he shakes his head abruptly, reaching out to rest his hand against her arm. it's as if he senses she's thinking about running.]
No.
No, I don't want you to. [that much he is certain of even if his next words don't quite come out how he means them to, cracked in his tone of voice, as if that memory rushes right back into him.] You should get to have some fun, y'know?
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he hasn't seen her. he hasn't made much of an effort to leave his room lately beyond to be spider-man.
his chest aches, and he shakes his head abruptly, reaching out to rest his hand against her arm. it's as if he senses she's thinking about running.]
No.
No, I don't want you to. [that much he is certain of even if his next words don't quite come out how he means them to, cracked in his tone of voice, as if that memory rushes right back into him.] You should get to have some fun, y'know?