[—only to stand there with slowly widening eyes, cheeks flushed and mask in hand. He'd be really relieved that nobody's out here right now to see, but he's too busy staring at Gwen with a deer-in-the-headlights look, his hand still clasped in hers. And very suddenly, all those thoughts he'd had under lock and key inside? Spilled out in his head.
He's not even. Sure. What to say. What should he say? Oh, god.
Um.
Uh— He opens his mouth? Tries words? No words, okay, nevermind, no words. Improvise. What does Spider-Man do when he has no words? Is that even a thing that happens?
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He's not even. Sure. What to say. What should he say? Oh, god.
Um.
Uh— He opens his mouth? Tries words? No words, okay, nevermind, no words. Improvise. What does Spider-Man do when he has no words? Is that even a thing that happens?
Gwen, say something. You first. C'mon.]
... Oh.
[Oh.
Oh, shit.]