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?
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.
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[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?
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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.
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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.]