[ She turns her head to look up at him, smiling when he says he's happy to be here. It's not a happy situation. Not the happiest, at least, but he's there. Making sure she's okay. He's only known her just a small handful of days, and already he's looking out for her. She wants to ask if he's checked on his other friends, but what he suggests next has her shocked and with the way she's curled up against Harry, he can probably feel the way her heart starts racing just a tiny bit. ]
Like an actual...a date?
[ Surprised as her facial expression is, she doesn't sound like she thinks this is a bad idea. ]
Really?
[ And if he was waiting for her to smile, there's a grin on her face at the idea. She hasn't smiled this much since she got to the clinic. ]
Well, I've never actually been on a date before. It's more gang activity on the Isle..but I think maybe I'd like to try it. With you that is. If you want too.
[ There are reasons. All of them having to do with being Spider-Woman. But here, it seems safer. People wouldn't be as highly at rish for even being her friend. ]
[ Gwen's tone is teasing, just a tad sarcastic and absolutely amused as she turns to look at Harry with one eyebrow raised and a mildly sassy look on her face. She's trying to make him laugh, smile, something. He had a great laugh and she liked that she could make him happy. He sure made her happy, so it felt natural to try to do the same for him.
But her own smile fades a bit as she turns to look at the nearby clock. And she sighs. ]
Either my medication is fading a lot sooner than I thought, or I misjudged the time.
[ She's careful to sit up, careful to ease herself out of his arms and frowning some as she does so. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she goes to rake her fingers through her hair and... ]
Oh.
[ Well, she's sort of... ]
Stuck. Fun. Stuck in my own hair. Of all the stupid...don't help. I can do this.
[ It takes a few minutes, but once Gwen closes her eyes and focuses, getting herself to relax, her fingers slide out of her hair a bit at a time, only a stray hair or two clinging to her skin. She shakes those off as she climbs off of her bed, heading to her bag of stuff nearby and pulling out the purple blanket she bought a few weeks ago. ]
I don't know what this material is. Probably something alien. But I don't stick to it. Or through it.
[ She has it wrapped around herself a moment later, the hood of it down around her shoulders as she carefully climbs back into. ]
I'm sure you figured this out, but that means you can stay where you are and I won't risk hurting you. How's that sound?
[Harry gives a hearty chuckle, but tries to muffle it so as to not cause her pain. When she leans up to look at him he's suddenly cold as her warmth leaves him. The way she looks at the clock makes his heart fall as he fears she might ask him to leave. In which case he'd likely just park it in a chair across the hall until he's allowed back in.
But then she runs her fingers through her own hair and instantly he's glad it wasn't his own as she tries to pull it out only to find it stuck. Stuck to her own head...oh right...she'd told him why she did that...he was waiting till she got better for an elaboration as he didn't wish to upset or overwhelm her even more.
He winces when she pulls her hand free finally, several strands coming with it. That had to hurt a little bit.
He watches as she fetches a blanket from her bag and wraps it around herself, and then glorious words fall from her lips. He can stay]
I find that acceptable, though perhaps I should go get us some food in a little bit.
[ Kicking him out seems like the worst idea, so that might not happen unless she’s really hurting. And even then, it’s with reluctance. She curls back up against him, arms to herself but her head resting on his chest. A sigh from her as she settled in, feeling herself relax just a bit. ]
Okay. I'll be here when you wake up. [He wraps an arm around her and lets her cuddle close before he relaxes into the bed himself and lets his eye close, dozing lightly as well.]
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Like an actual...a date?
[ Surprised as her facial expression is, she doesn't sound like she thinks this is a bad idea. ]
Really?
[ And if he was waiting for her to smile, there's a grin on her face at the idea. She hasn't smiled this much since she got to the clinic. ]
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[ There are reasons. All of them having to do with being Spider-Woman. But here, it seems safer. People wouldn't be as highly at rish for even being her friend. ]
I'd love to.
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[ Gwen's tone is teasing, just a tad sarcastic and absolutely amused as she turns to look at Harry with one eyebrow raised and a mildly sassy look on her face. She's trying to make him laugh, smile, something. He had a great laugh and she liked that she could make him happy. He sure made her happy, so it felt natural to try to do the same for him.
But her own smile fades a bit as she turns to look at the nearby clock. And she sighs. ]
Either my medication is fading a lot sooner than I thought, or I misjudged the time.
[ She's careful to sit up, careful to ease herself out of his arms and frowning some as she does so. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she goes to rake her fingers through her hair and... ]
Oh.
[ Well, she's sort of... ]
Stuck. Fun. Stuck in my own hair. Of all the stupid...don't help. I can do this.
[ It takes a few minutes, but once Gwen closes her eyes and focuses, getting herself to relax, her fingers slide out of her hair a bit at a time, only a stray hair or two clinging to her skin. She shakes those off as she climbs off of her bed, heading to her bag of stuff nearby and pulling out the purple blanket she bought a few weeks ago. ]
I don't know what this material is. Probably something alien. But I don't stick to it. Or through it.
[ She has it wrapped around herself a moment later, the hood of it down around her shoulders as she carefully climbs back into. ]
I'm sure you figured this out, but that means you can stay where you are and I won't risk hurting you. How's that sound?
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But then she runs her fingers through her own hair and instantly he's glad it wasn't his own as she tries to pull it out only to find it stuck. Stuck to her own head...oh right...she'd told him why she did that...he was waiting till she got better for an elaboration as he didn't wish to upset or overwhelm her even more.
He winces when she pulls her hand free finally, several strands coming with it. That had to hurt a little bit.
He watches as she fetches a blanket from her bag and wraps it around herself, and then glorious words fall from her lips. He can stay]
I find that acceptable, though perhaps I should go get us some food in a little bit.
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Maybe later. I kinda want to try to sleep?
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