... Yeah. He... I wanted to be like him, you know. I told him that one time, and he told me he wanted me to be better. He believed in me, and he was--is, he is a difficult person, but he's... Just... I can't explain. I failed him, you know? The last thing I ever said was 'I'm sorry', to him.

(perhaps the trait of the spiders that none of them can get rid of is guilt. while, logically, he knows that it wasn't all on him, perhaps if he had been stronger, faster in removing that gauntlet. maybe, if he hadn't sneaked out into the ship, he could be in the battlefield with everyone else, and if thanos managed the snap-- vision. perhaps he could have helped save him.

he doesn't know. there's just that nagging feeling that he could have done more. something different.

the thoughts roam for a little while before gwen snaps him from it, and he smiles, not because he's trying to light the darkness of his thoughts, but because he finds her to be light herself.)

Yeah.

(and there isn't a single doubt in his head about it. there might be obstacles between them, their past, what this place might bring, but nothing will take that away from them. with her so close, he can sneak a kiss before he nods.)

Yeah, we are good. Are we good?