( yeah, about that whole honest thing. Peter is an open book, except for that one page he covered in white-out. even years after Gwen died, Peter still struggles with one particular facet of honesty. he's conflicted on whether he should have pulled back when the opening presented itself with Rey. though, is there such a thing as too soon to tell a girl you're into that you moonlight as a vigilante superhero? he's undecided. Rey is safer not knowing if things don't work out. and Peter is so new back into the concept of dating, he has a hard time knowing whether he'll manage to stick it out.
but somehow he still feels a little guilty, gliding to street level and finding his way into the mill of foot traffic. maybe he's just guilty in the usual sense, the it isn't safe to get attached to people when the last person died for it sense. it's been years, and his aunt has been trying to break him of his enforced distance for months, but still a hard demon to ignore on the eve of your first date since after his long-term girlfriend died. especially when any way he slices it, he feels responsible.
still. what's the worst that can happen, right? maybe Peter will decide he's not ready to date. maybe Rey will decide he's kind of weird, which he kind of is. Peter likes her, a little tongue-tied and all warm-and-fuzzy when he remembers that they'd already consummated that like after a particularly heated game of drunken The Floor Is Lava kind of likes her. and he wants to do this, the date, D A T E with public witnesses and everything. he's trying to go with that, and not overthink it. even if this is a one time thing, he wants it to be a good date. for Rey, for sure. because how on earth is it possible someone so beautiful and smart and funny and charming and that wrinkles their nose when they're concentrating hasn't gone on a proper date before? it's just wrong, and Peter Parker and Spider-Man both are determined to right the wrongs they see in the world.
Peter finds Rey easily, and it just sets off the tongue-tied and warm-and-fuzzy all over again. ) Hey, ( he says, and is he smiling already? is he that much of a dork? oh no. apparently so. his hand lands between her shoulderblades, just a thoughtless instinct to touch her, before he notes that she's lost in her phone and checks his watch, nervous. ) Crap. I'm not late, am I? There was just this... crazy thing up town, you know, so... ( speaking of that crazy thing, he might have a bit of a bruise by his hairline, but hopefully his crazy hair covers most of it. )
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but somehow he still feels a little guilty, gliding to street level and finding his way into the mill of foot traffic. maybe he's just guilty in the usual sense, the it isn't safe to get attached to people when the last person died for it sense. it's been years, and his aunt has been trying to break him of his enforced distance for months, but still a hard demon to ignore on the eve of your first date since after his long-term girlfriend died. especially when any way he slices it, he feels responsible.
still. what's the worst that can happen, right? maybe Peter will decide he's not ready to date. maybe Rey will decide he's kind of weird, which he kind of is. Peter likes her, a little tongue-tied and all warm-and-fuzzy when he remembers that they'd already consummated that like after a particularly heated game of drunken The Floor Is Lava kind of likes her. and he wants to do this, the date, D A T E with public witnesses and everything. he's trying to go with that, and not overthink it. even if this is a one time thing, he wants it to be a good date. for Rey, for sure. because how on earth is it possible someone so beautiful and smart and funny and charming and that wrinkles their nose when they're concentrating hasn't gone on a proper date before? it's just wrong, and Peter Parker and Spider-Man both are determined to right the wrongs they see in the world.
Peter finds Rey easily, and it just sets off the tongue-tied and warm-and-fuzzy all over again. ) Hey, ( he says, and is he smiling already? is he that much of a dork? oh no. apparently so. his hand lands between her shoulderblades, just a thoughtless instinct to touch her, before he notes that she's lost in her phone and checks his watch, nervous. ) Crap. I'm not late, am I? There was just this... crazy thing up town, you know, so... ( speaking of that crazy thing, he might have a bit of a bruise by his hairline, but hopefully his crazy hair covers most of it. )