[ When it looks like Felicia's about to drop her glass, Peter feels the pull of the spider-sense compelling him to reach out and preempt its fall. He does none of that, however, exercising enough restraint when the moment comes to simply trust in Felicia's luck. She's definitely got more of it than he does, and it pays off in the crisis averted, though neither of them verbally acknowledge it. He almost drops his coffee, and she her wine... so it's like they're matching. ]
Well, y'know. Smash is fun. Never had a bad time with it!
But the other kind of smash. Smashing.
[ That's enough of him stammering through more of his words, never quite delivering the punchline as effectively as he wants to. This is a whole different wheelhouse from quipping away at villains he's beating up. Typically, they're not people he's been intimate with, or wants to be intimate with. So Felicia's definitely... a special exception. Maybe too special, in the way her presence leaves him second-guessing himself all too much. He's ready to consider going this far in a mistake, but.
It's clear she's not against it. Against this. But she needs more from him. She needs the honesty she deserves. ]
Those coffee dates weren't just an elaborate leadup to this. We've still got 25 more to go, I think!
[ Yeah, he's a science whiz, but right now he doesn't remember the math. ]
But after the quota's finished, I'd like more. Not just coffee dates, but... more of this.
Spending time with you, shooting the breeze with you, fighting bad guys with you.
[ Even if that's not entirely her thing. ]
I don't know what I'm saying. But I know hanging out's been... nice. Something to look forward to.
And you know I haven't always had that. Not often enough.
[ He... relinquishes his hand. Crosses his arms, having begun to look away since he started speaking. He'd been trying to gather his thoughts, center himself. But also? He's scared. Scared that he's fooling himself and the rug's just gonna be pulled from under his feet again. That even if Felicia wants this too, something's gonna happen. Something always does. Bad stuff, Mephisto levels of bad.
But he realizes it can't be all bad if he can still hope, if there's always a chance he can be every bit as good as Felicia believes him to be. But she has to know, too, that she's worth it. Even and especially as a friend, she's always been worth it. Otherwise, what good were all these coffee dates? ]
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Well, y'know. Smash is fun. Never had a bad time with it!
But the other kind of smash. Smashing.
[ That's enough of him stammering through more of his words, never quite delivering the punchline as effectively as he wants to. This is a whole different wheelhouse from quipping away at villains he's beating up. Typically, they're not people he's been intimate with, or wants to be intimate with. So Felicia's definitely... a special exception. Maybe too special, in the way her presence leaves him second-guessing himself all too much. He's ready to consider going this far in a mistake, but.
It's clear she's not against it. Against this. But she needs more from him. She needs the honesty she deserves. ]
Those coffee dates weren't just an elaborate leadup to this. We've still got 25 more to go, I think!
[ Yeah, he's a science whiz, but right now he doesn't remember the math. ]
But after the quota's finished, I'd like more. Not just coffee dates, but... more of this.
Spending time with you, shooting the breeze with you, fighting bad guys with you.
[ Even if that's not entirely her thing. ]
I don't know what I'm saying. But I know hanging out's been... nice. Something to look forward to.
And you know I haven't always had that. Not often enough.
[ He... relinquishes his hand. Crosses his arms, having begun to look away since he started speaking. He'd been trying to gather his thoughts, center himself. But also? He's scared. Scared that he's fooling himself and the rug's just gonna be pulled from under his feet again. That even if Felicia wants this too, something's gonna happen. Something always does. Bad stuff, Mephisto levels of bad.
But he realizes it can't be all bad if he can still hope, if there's always a chance he can be every bit as good as Felicia believes him to be. But she has to know, too, that she's worth it. Even and especially as a friend, she's always been worth it. Otherwise, what good were all these coffee dates? ]