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You look great in purple.

( peter parker, she looks good in everything and officers of the law define this as stalking. )

Do I? I heavily debated between that and blue. I might have even made a list.

[ Is she doing a glance around, now aware that she's ( or at least had been ) being watched? Gwen's gotten pretty good at trusting her gut when it comes to that feeling, but each and every time come up short as far as catching him. And she wouldn't call it stalking ( she knows it is but ) because she's certain sooner or later it will come to an end either through her actions or his own. ]

Have you been there long?

[ It's a vague question, trying to pinpoint where exactly he was watching her from ( not stalking! ) because she was disadvantaged in comparison to him, when it came to varied hiding spots and being able to lurk going unnoticed. If she asks, maybe he'll answer and she can draw him out. ]

You made a list of possible outfit choices.

( not a question because of course she did. she tried them in the floor length mirror, held up against her on the hangers, and she still made a list of pros and cons. god, he can see it. he can feel the carpet of her bedroom floor on his bare feet, can smell her perfume, hear the indignant squeak in her voice before she laughs and thumps a pillow against his head because he's trying to get her to come back to bed — and he's losing it, full-blown fantasy style. )

Long enough. I needed a place to land and cram some lunch in my face.

( which is not the glaring, neon sign of a hint she's looking for, probably. it's more than anyone else would get. )

Knowing you, that could have been just before my final decision or five minutes ago.

Maybe I could have used some input.

[ Now she's baiting him, because he's not the only one with an active brain when it comes to fantasies. Except hers are a little more simple: he stops living in his guilt and watching her from afar and they're able to swing ( ha! ) back into each other's orbit without it ending in a pair of broken hearts. ]

And you could actually take your time when it comes to your lunch.

Do you? Need some input? Because you never seem like you do.

( whooaaaaa, partner. being confident and valuing someone else's opinion can go hand-in-hand; peter knows that. gwen has never struck him as a woman that needs validation, least of all from someone as unreliable as peter. hearing what he likes, though? that's forbidden, like nose-rubbing and that adorable laugh, and telling her she looks amazing. it's on the list!!!!

it's just. yknow. this weird timeline where doctor strange slammed him back into before the canonical event, trimming years off of his frown lines. )

That second part is totally unrealistic and you know it. I'm never going to enjoy a meal like anything less than a vacuum cleaner.

No, you're right. I would have picked what I liked with or without your input, but I still would have listened.

[ There's quiet laughter when he compares himself to a vacuum cleaner, because she thinks about times where she wondered if he knew how to slow down while eating - he couldn't really rely on his ability to heal if he choked while eating, now could he? ]

Okay, you'd at least be able to sit rather than lurk around on top or on the side of a building.

inbox.

slides in here because i CAN ( i hope )

umm yes you CAN!! like here's a welcome mat, wait le'me roll that out - pay no mind to the dust

too kind 💕

it's me - hi - i'm the problem it's me... comin' back to this nearly three weeks later

it's ok, i owe you a pm but my brain has been jello re: people-ing.

my brain has been jello a loooot but here we are, trying to be less jello-y