( he's fine, in the same way Mace is fine, future tense. it's hard to find a new normal after tragedy, and while Peter has slowly learned how to get out of bed and more or less function now that his world lacks Gwen, there are still some things that ache more than they should. hot chocolate was her favorite, he can't remember a time they walked around Manhattan in the fall that she didn't have hot chocolate in her hand. hot chocolate reminds him of swiss miss kisses, the stupidly adorable sound Gwen would make after her first sip, and of course, that she's gone. that light extinguished, suddenly, and more or less because of him.
he can't drink it anymore. even the mention (which comes up more often than you'd think in December) makes him uncomfortable. it's not something that is easy to explain. with a stranger or with someone that knows him, really. so he's glad that Mace doesn't ask, because he distinctly does not want to talk about it. )
No, nothing. It's just this entire place is creepy, you know? Makes even snowmen seem ominous. ( his walk had been full of snowmen, that oddly seemed increased in number from the last time he'd made this walk. blank, black eyes, that seemed to stare at him. even though that was impossible. ) Probably just the whole, walking around after dark in the place I got involuntarily trapped getting to me, that's all.
( Peter sighs, but, hopefully that's enough of an answer to put Mace at ease. the guy seems a little on edge, glancing behind them in the rearview and subtle shifts in expression that are hard to track. )
Why, have you seen anything out here? ( there's a distant sound (like hooves?? maybe, Peter isn't exactly familiar with the sound of hooves) Peter can't help but turn to glance out the back window, but nothing seems to be there but dimmed sky and a stretch of lonely asphalt. )
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he can't drink it anymore. even the mention (which comes up more often than you'd think in December) makes him uncomfortable. it's not something that is easy to explain. with a stranger or with someone that knows him, really. so he's glad that Mace doesn't ask, because he distinctly does not want to talk about it. )
No, nothing. It's just this entire place is creepy, you know? Makes even snowmen seem ominous. ( his walk had been full of snowmen, that oddly seemed increased in number from the last time he'd made this walk. blank, black eyes, that seemed to stare at him. even though that was impossible. ) Probably just the whole, walking around after dark in the place I got involuntarily trapped getting to me, that's all.
( Peter sighs, but, hopefully that's enough of an answer to put Mace at ease. the guy seems a little on edge, glancing behind them in the rearview and subtle shifts in expression that are hard to track. )
Why, have you seen anything out here? ( there's a distant sound (like hooves?? maybe, Peter isn't exactly familiar with the sound of hooves) Peter can't help but turn to glance out the back window, but nothing seems to be there but dimmed sky and a stretch of lonely asphalt. )