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"Hey. This is Peter. ...Nope, not actually here to take your call right now. So leave a message, I guess."

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[It was almost a full day before Peter got up the nerve to reply to that. Wasn't doing the voice or video thing; that ended badly enough the first time, thanks.]

Doesn't matter too much.

[He added 'He was probably right.' before deleting it and sending it as-is.]

Edited 2012-11-10 03:23 (UTC)

[ Fine, you wanna be like that, Parker. ]

Yes, it does.

[Not really, because either way, it's ended, right? Didn't even have to make the promise. Took care of itself...

Girls were weird. True fact.]

OK.

[If it isn't obvious, he doesn't know what to say. He's supposed to be leaving you alone, Gwen; and George Stacy wasn't the only one to make that request.]

[ No, boys are stupid. Most true fact ever. ]

...Do you know how that makes me feel, Peter?

[ IT'S A TRAP. ]

[GWEN auhfaiuh this is the one type of test he CANNOT POSSIBLY PASS.

Peter stared at his screen for a long time before going with the honest answer--]

No, I don't.

[Because 'Like leaving me voice mail?', while accurate, didn't seem appropriate.]

Like...I was all alone.

I have my Mom and my brothers, but they weren't there that night. They didn't know what happened. You were there.

And I thought that you'd be there when I needed you most.

But...I was wrong.

[Again, Peter stared at the screen for a long time. Shuffling it in his hands. biting his lip.

Gwen had already broken up with him over it. He already felt awful for it; awful because it had happened, awful because you couldn't refuse a man's last request, awful because he'd wanted to and awful because he hadn't been there for her.

But Gwen just contacting him to rub it in his face felt a little harsh. Not unwarranted, just. Harsh.

He had been there. Literally. He was there when her father had died. How was he supposed to face her with that, when he'd asked him not to?

He'd tried to be there too, though late, when she arrived in this place. Gwen hadn't wanted that.

So... why bring it up?]

Right. I understand.

Sorry.

[Agreed, sending that before deleting the texts on his phone. It might have been cowardly, but he didn't want to have to re-read them. Not right now.]

[ She thinks she is fighting a losing battle. Then several minutes later-- ]

I don't want to be away from you.

[Between Peter not showing up and Gwen being Queen of the verbal onslaughts lately, they were both quite a pair in showing the other what they meant to them.

Nonetheless, Peter was holding hard and fast to his guilt ~~because what else is new~~ and coupling that with his somewhat already-crippling fear of girls he likes, the result is he isn't too convinced.

Gwen had made herself pretty clear. So clear, that he almost suspected someone had stolen her phone on that reply.

After a long, awkward lapse (nearly half an hour had passed), he wrote back,]

If you ever need any help, my offer still stands.

[He wouldn't abandon her if she needed anything. If she felt scared or needed a friend from back home.

But thinking about more than that just made him feel anxious, like he could crawl out of his own skin.

Knowing you deserved someone's anger didn't make it any easier, dealing with it.]

[ She wanted him. She wanted her boyfriend back.

But Peter seemed intent on keeping his promise to her father. She wasn't sure she could stand it. Being with Peter but not actually with him. ]

I know.

OK.

So just. Let me know.

[Goodbye was a lot harder to say, but that probably got the point across.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be with Gwen; not at all. Just that the fragile ego that had been able to go for it, to tamper with that broken promise back home had been totally bent by the past few days with her here.

He hadn't even been able to ask her out when everything was copasetic. Asking for her back when she was intent to remind him he was pond scum hadn't made it easier.

He'd never, ever blame Gwen or hold her feelings against her. He just couldn't help his own negative ones from reinforcing that maybe George Stacy had been correct...]

Peter.

[ She loved him...but she didn't want to tell him. It might freak him out. She sighed and typed the best safe response. ]

Thanks.

Any Time.

[It's lame, but it's all he can think of.

Next time, he'll be there for her. Even if it's just as a friend.]

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