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... Hey, you shouldn't talk to little of yourself there; you'd be great, with or without me cramping your style.

[He moves to sit down next to her, looking ahead while she looks up, still clutching napkins to his face as he considers her words carefully. He heard about Lil Pete's vanishing, and it had left a flurry of concerns about whether he'd actually left the town or — or whatever happens, when people are just gone. Hopefully the kid's just doing his web-swinging thing at home; he won't accept any other paranoid answers, from himself or anyone else.]

Pete's gonna be fine, right where he needs to be — back home, protecting people.

And I'm fine, too. I could've not been, but I am. I know it's hard to let go of those kinds of thoughts, but... you've gotta cut yourself some slack here, because I'm gonna need you as much as you think you need me.

[ that gets a little grunt of protest. but talking ( and thinking ) so little of herself is what she does best. she's really good at it. she thinks so, at least. don't take that from her. but he sits next to her so she of course ends up slouching a bit more, just so her cheek squishes against his shoulder once she tips her head sideways. ]

I hope you're right. About Peter, I mean.

[ he's obviously wrong about everything else he just said ]

Mn. [ ok so he's wrong ( obviously ) but it doesn't suck, hearing that. that maybe it's not so one-sided, despite all of her bullshit hangups with her peter. well okay, they're not bullshit. they're really, really justified. she knows that. even if it's hard to admit it. it's a weakness she's never going to come to terms with, especially if it makes her freak out every time any peter parker comes too close to death. but anyway- ] Can't we just hermit and never leave the house? I feel like we should just hermit and never leave the house.

I know I'm right. Us Spider-Parkers are made of pretty tough stuff.

[That's not remotely encouraging, he knows, especially when he'd nearly died this month, but... hey, it's how they work, you know? They brag about how obnoxiously difficult they can be at accepting death... until they die. Shush. He leans into her, too, so that they end up being this sad leaning tower; the guy's still warm with a low fever, but it's nothing compared to the burning skin Gwen had felt while he was bedridden.]

... Speaking of Spiders... you know being hermits isn't really in our job occupation, right?

[ he's okay, he's okay, he's okay.

she doesn't know if she's repeating it in her head for herself, or for the symbiote. maybe a little bit of both. it's easier, now that she's calmed down, but she's still working through it. scales, the memory loss. god. it was all too close to him, but he doesn't know that, so she needs to get her shit together. it just presses home how there's still so many secrets, even though he's one of her best friends here. she knows he has his secrets too, though. one thing at a time. ]

Do spiders hibernate? I think I've heard that they hibernate. [ she sighs ] I know you're right. And I'll keep fighting as long as you keep fighting. But this place is just exhausting.

[He's not... going to let her know some spiders live only through one season and die off by the time winter comes along. Because that's really kind of the concern, isn't it? The fact that some Spiders are in constant peril and may not make it to the next summer?

He purses his lips, staring at the far corner of the ceiling.]

Some spiders hibernate. They make insulated cocoons and hide under bark or rocks until the winter's over. The common house spider just lives in your house like your really quiet, anti-social roommate.

[He glances at her.]

... To be honest, I'd be exhausted here or there.

[He just... gets really tired. Brain-tired. Riddled with anxiety.

It's whatever.]

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