[Peter's expression betrays a wordless 'oh, okay, okay!' before he tries again to focus. Focus...
It's tricky to start with, Peter's mind being a place that typically runs in several different directions at once, but he does start to reel it in and play through some happier times.
Some are just snippets, fractions of childhood too brief and fleeting to form full images, but there are moments like holding his mother's hand and hugging his father's legs, that sort of thing, all from when he was very small.
And there are moments with May and Ben. There are a lot more of them. Small domestic non-moments in time. Dipping a finger in cake batter and getting swatted at with a towel. Putting up ugly holiday lights and trying to find the one damn bulb that had blown and broken the whole circuit. Bringing home science trophies--those start to blur into each other until they end up in a carboard box in the basement. It's popsicles in oppressively hot Queens summers.
And it's friendships too. Making friends with Harry when they were in Middle school, ribbing him over designer clothes and sunglasses and other incredibly stupid boyish jokes.
And of course, there's Gwen. All the caught glances and teenage butterflies. The jokes and the tenderness.
Loki certainly hasn't indicated that his mind should shift direction yet, but the memories of Gwen, even the happiest ones, are bitter-sweet as they cross his mind. It's unavoidable, impossible to just block his mind and emotions off from knowing where the story ends. It's not unbearable, not hard to handle like it was only a few months ago, he just can't turn off the sadness and regret creeping in at the edges, even after making his peace with it all.]
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It's tricky to start with, Peter's mind being a place that typically runs in several different directions at once, but he does start to reel it in and play through some happier times.
Some are just snippets, fractions of childhood too brief and fleeting to form full images, but there are moments like holding his mother's hand and hugging his father's legs, that sort of thing, all from when he was very small.
And there are moments with May and Ben. There are a lot more of them. Small domestic non-moments in time. Dipping a finger in cake batter and getting swatted at with a towel. Putting up ugly holiday lights and trying to find the one damn bulb that had blown and broken the whole circuit. Bringing home science trophies--those start to blur into each other until they end up in a carboard box in the basement. It's popsicles in oppressively hot Queens summers.
And it's friendships too. Making friends with Harry when they were in Middle school, ribbing him over designer clothes and sunglasses and other incredibly stupid boyish jokes.
And of course, there's Gwen. All the caught glances and teenage butterflies. The jokes and the tenderness.
Loki certainly hasn't indicated that his mind should shift direction yet, but the memories of Gwen, even the happiest ones, are bitter-sweet as they cross his mind. It's unavoidable, impossible to just block his mind and emotions off from knowing where the story ends. It's not unbearable, not hard to handle like it was only a few months ago, he just can't turn off the sadness and regret creeping in at the edges, even after making his peace with it all.]