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Forward-dated to after Gwen Vanishes

{ ICP Station in the Dressing Room. }

[ The feed snaps on to show Peter, his hair's actually combed and he's actually wearing his polo. One might even say he looks nice. ]

Uh... Gwen? It's been like uh... an hour-ish and I haven't uh... you coming? We were gonna meet in the Lavender Death Room right? Or the Gym? I mean I checked the gym but you weren't there either.

oh.. and uh in case anyone's alarmed-the Lavender Death Room doesn't smell like Lavender anymore-it actually smells really good. Like really, really good.

Uh... anyways... um... Gwen? Just call me back, please?

[ He cuts the feed. ]

{ In Person about three hours later. }

[ Peter's still sitting in the room he was supposed to have his sort of date with Gwen. He's given up looking for her for now and is now just laying on the ground, staring at the ceiling and trying hard not to think about the fact she could be gone. ]

[ Why does he let himself keep getting attached to people when his luck always finds a way to tear them away. His parents, His uncle and though it wasn't in the same way- He lost Liz due to her dad being a literal super villain, and then now Gwen. Why does this keep happening? ]

[ He lets out a sigh and covers his face in his hands. There's nothing to suggest anything's happened to her-maybe she's just... hiding somewhere. He thinks he might prefer being stood up to losing yet another person he's gotten close to. ]

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[She had seen his face on the screen, heard him asking for Gwen and frowned. She hadn't seen Gwen all afternoon either. The train wasn't too big and usually Gwen could be found in the kitchen making food, because she was purple, or in the gym dancing. Or other places. But if she was meant to be meeting Peter...

Peter's an idiot but he's also kind of fun and is always nice to her. So she can help him out. She goes on a search, from store room all the way down. She peers into every room of the quiet coach, if Gwen was there she wouldn't be able to hear his voice. She can't go into all the cabins but neither can Gwen and she at least knocks on Gwen's cabin and looks at the screen with a frown, she checks the information point screen, frowning intensifies.

She pushes her way into the dressing room carriage to find Peter lying on the floor with his hands over his face. Was he breathing? Yes. He was fine, just dramatic.]

Be looking at this. [She went over to the screen and put her ticket in, waiting for him to join her.

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[ Peter's well aware when someone steps into the room-he's also aware that person isn't Gwendolyn Stacy because he'd know. He doesn't really need the 'samesies' sense to know when it's her anymore, he's used to her breathing and heartbeat and the heart beat and breathing pattern he's hearing now is definitely Buttercup. Yet another person he was allowing himself to get close to and care about. ]

[ This sucks. He should know better than to get close to people at this time considering how it usually turns out but at the same time, he can't help it. He might be a little awkward at times but he does like people-and talking to them. He can't really stand the thought of pushing everyone away but he can't stand the thought of losing everyone either. ]

[ ... ]

[ Where is Aunt May when he needs her? Is he ever gonna see her again? ]

Hey, Buttercup.

[ He greets dully without looking up at her, hands still over his face as he doesn't want her to see how red his eyes are or how wet his face is right now. He takes in another breath and lets it out slowly before he focuses on what she's saying. She wants to show him something. ]

[ He really doesn't want to get up but he also doesn't want Buttercup or anyone else to worry about him. He'll be okay, probably. He'll bounce back like he always does. It sucks, god does it really suck, but he has to keep going. ]

Yeah, okay. [ Peter agrees before pushing himself up to a sitting position and rubbing the wet traces off his eyes before moving over to the screen to see what she wants him to look at. ]

Her name do be being golden. [She pointed a the screen where she had brought up the passenger roster.]

It do be being the same on your door screen as well. It do be being in gold instead of purple.

[Just like Hibiki's had been for the few days on the train in between leaving the mountain and arriving at the platform, where she had walked off the train and out. She's about to point that out when she glances over to him and frowns.]

Your face has been leaking.

[ Peter Stares at the gold text and just lets out a sigh and wipes his eyes again. A familiar feeling washing over him. It's not a nice feeling and he just sinks back to the ground. ]

Yeah, it happens sometimes.

[Did he fall over? She turns to look at him fully and frowns.] Do you be knowing how to be stopping it from leaking?

[She really doesn't know how he has lasted to be an adult. He has a leaky face, he panics about pointy sticks, he feels sorry for bitey goats. He is utterly broken because someone he has known for two weeks has disappeared.

It must be really exhausting being him.]

[ She has no idea. However, he's usually in a cheerful mood despite all the bad things he's faced in his life. It always help him to cope to knowing that he's doing what he can to keep the bad stuff from happening to others. ]

Find a distraction? Just deal with it? [ He rubs his eyes again. ]

It hurts a little less with each passing day though-it's hard to think about. I didn't understand-not really when they told me my parents died. But Ben-I thought I'd never get over it. But.. slowly... days passed and it did-it got... better. [ He swallows and offers a shrug. ]

The important thing is I just gotta keep going. There's nothing else I can do so that's what I do. I'll be okay, it just.. might take sometime.

[He didn't understand that his parents had died? How could he not understand? Dead was dead? She tilted her head as he spoke of his uncle, the thief who had also died. He had thought he would never get over it?

There's a burning ache in her chest that she thinks will never go away, no matter how much she ignores it. But it got better? She was glad to know that. She hated feeling like this. She could push it away every day, throw herself into activity. But this train provides a lot of thinking time and that's not a good thing.

So he keeps going, even when he is leaky eyed and talks too much and gets into trouble because he doesn't know how to be still or silent.

She likes him despite all of that, despite herself because she knows he is light addled and an idiot but he's fun to be around. Maybe it's not his fault if he came from a place where no one ever trained him properly.]

I can be helping. If you do be wanting. To be making it no be hurting as much... [Very tentatively, but she's been in the emptiness around enough people that it can't be considered a secret anymore. They don't know her world, they don't know that it's unusual for a child not brought up in the temple to know it. She's already spoken of Kant though and she can lie, claim it's a trick everyone knows.]

Helping? [ Makes a face. How could she help with that? Has she lost someone too? His heart aches a little at the fact. ]

It's why I became Spider-man, you know. So I can stop all the bad things from happening to others. Well, as much as I could.

[ He lets out a sigh, watching her closely. ]

So.. have you... lost someone like that? How do you uh.. handle it?

No. [She shakes her head dismissively before he gets any ideas.] I have no never been. But I do be knowing a trick.

[She steps closer and sits down in front of him cross legged, she can enter the emptiness from anywhere, she's good at it now. But when you first learn it was always better to do it through meditation.] Be sitting up and closing your eyes.

[It had been a long time since she had been taught. Since a day when she was hurting and angry and Kant had sat her down and taught her this trick. She had taught it before but she's not thinking about that at all. She had never taught it to a stranger though, Peter was a light addled hero but this was not a trick limited to the dark.

She had no idea how he fought without it.]

[ Peter sits up straight as she's asked. Is she about to try and have him meditate? It's not a bad idea, he'll admit that-it's a great way to keep anxiety down and a good trick for anger management but to process grief? He was pretty sure you were supposed to just... let it hurt for a little while. ]

Okay, sitting up.

[ He says as he switches his position so he's now sitting cross-legged as well. He doesn't have high hopes for this but he won't tell her that-there's no reason not to indulge her. He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes. ]

[Good. At least he was trying. She watched him as he sat crossed legged as well and closed his eyes.]

Now. Be imagining a storm in your head. The biggest storm you did ever be seeing with all the thunder and lightning and sand and rain. Be seeing it in your head and be concentrating on it.

[She hopes his world has storms. Otherwise this is going to be tricky. She will hope so though, it can't be all that different not even in his world with so many lights they drown out the stars.]

[ A storm? Peter's expression shifts to one of confusion though he keeps his eyes closed. This is going in the exact opposite direction of what he'd expected. Wasn't meditation all about find your happy place? Imagine a clear, calm beach? ]

[ Oh well, it's her trick. He allows himself to think of torrential rainfall-hurricane level and lightening and thunder and everything one might expect from a storm. ]

[She gave him a moment, for him to visualise it properly and then continued talking.] Now be taking the things that do be making you leaky eyed and be throwing them into the storm. All the things that do be making you sad, that do be hurting you or making you scared. Be taking them and giving them to the storm.

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