Gerry snorts, shaking his head. "You started it," he teases. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it."
Easy to pretend it's a joke. Especially when this feels like rejection. That's fine, though. She's a friend. They're friends. Gerry is fortunate to even have those, especially in such abundance. What he had before was his mother, and Gertrude Robinson, and those fucking Hunters. Beyond that, he only ever knew monsters for more than ten minutes.
Cecil was an exception. Lightning in a bottle. A bottle Gerry let crack. He cannot be trusted with another, even if he wasn't being violently shot down dead by the look on her face.
If Gerry knew what she was thinking, he'd tell her exactly how he'd handle her father. He played the role of "polite young man who just happens to be alternative" for George Stacy flawlessly until he was given a reason not to, back during the too-brief run of the Visitor's Center. Gwen, his shop girl, like a daughter to him, deserved far better than the blame and disrespect thrust upon her by her ignorant cop father, and Gerry told him so. Politely at first, then violently. His own father, long dead, was one of the ghosts haunting that Visitor's Center as well. Gerry thinks, entirely separately, of how warmly the man might have welcomed Carolina into their family. Considering Gerry's mother murdered me, I'd say he got his taste in women from me, so you're welcome! And they'd both groan with embarrassment.
"I s'pose you've suffered my commitment to the bit long enough! You can let me down."
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Date: 2025-06-01 01:42 am (UTC)Easy to pretend it's a joke. Especially when this feels like rejection. That's fine, though. She's a friend. They're friends. Gerry is fortunate to even have those, especially in such abundance. What he had before was his mother, and Gertrude Robinson, and those fucking Hunters. Beyond that, he only ever knew monsters for more than ten minutes.
Cecil was an exception. Lightning in a bottle. A bottle Gerry let crack. He cannot be trusted with another, even if he wasn't being violently shot down dead by the look on her face.
If Gerry knew what she was thinking, he'd tell her exactly how he'd handle her father. He played the role of "polite young man who just happens to be alternative" for George Stacy flawlessly until he was given a reason not to, back during the too-brief run of the Visitor's Center. Gwen, his shop girl, like a daughter to him, deserved far better than the blame and disrespect thrust upon her by her ignorant cop father, and Gerry told him so. Politely at first, then violently. His own father, long dead, was one of the ghosts haunting that Visitor's Center as well. Gerry thinks, entirely separately, of how warmly the man might have welcomed Carolina into their family. Considering Gerry's mother murdered me, I'd say he got his taste in women from me, so you're welcome! And they'd both groan with embarrassment.
"I s'pose you've suffered my commitment to the bit long enough! You can let me down."