( Peter usually likes looking at Matt's eyes, they're pretty. like the rest of him. Matt seems to be insecure about his eyes, for a bit when they first started Matt always would keep his glasses on, even if they just got in the way of Peter's desperate attempts to attack his face with his mouth. there's still enough connection in looking in his eyes that Peter can't manage to do it when he's uncomfortable, but Matt doesn't have to feel bad about it since Peter can't hardly look anybody in the eye when he's uncomfortable.

(his aunt knows this, and will hold his face in place to force him to. Matt has never bothered because he can't see, which is sort of a relief.)

peter lifts the wrist Matt has found and kisses the bruised knuckles he finds there. ) Mmm, you said I was yourself, you know. And you were right. ( it was shitty to shut down, it was shitty to push him away, it was shitty to ghost him three days like both of them would just magically stop caring and he could go back to his pretend world of detachment. ) I broke up with Gwen like 17 times trying to keep up with a promise I made to her dead dad. She hated it, the last time she broke up with me. You'd think I'd have learned, but... sometimes it's like I don't know anything, now that she's gone. She was the smart one, believe it or not.

( it's super new, to be able to talk about Gwen without crying. it's not exactly good, but maybe it's better than stuffing all the memories back and trying to avoid ever thinking about them. )