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Gwen is back again. He knows he probably shouldn't be, definitely shouldn't be. Sure, there might not be any strict rules against it, but Gwen's sure there are more productive things he could be doing instead of sneaking around MJ's apartment.
He just helped them take care of some wannabe bank robbers. Fun stuff. Genuinely.
Sitting at the island, he watches MJ pull their mask off and walk over to the freezer. They rummage through it before pulling out a box of ice cream cake and offers it to Gwen.
"Oh my god," Gwen whispers, grabbing the box out of their hands. "I could kiss you!"
"Ok."
"What?"
"I said ok," MJ repeats, placing the forks they just grabbed down. "Kiss me. Don't be a coward."
"…Oh," Gwen mutters, placing the box down. At this rate he'll probably end up dropping it if he doesn't.
"Excellent communication skills."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
The words hang in the air for a second as the pair just stare at eachother.
MJ squints, and then they both look away, almost in sync. Gwen would laugh if he weren't trying not to implode.
"Well," MJ says.
"Well," Gwen repeats.
MJ grabs a fork, holding it out to Gwen. "Cake?"
"Yes," Gwen replies immediately, snatching it. "Cake. Definitely. That's.. why I'm here after all! Haha!"
"Shh, it's late."
"Oh, sorry," Gwen glances behind him. "Did I wake your dad?"
"Hmm, no, I don't think so."
"Okay." Gwen finally opens the cake box. It's half gone, already starting to melt from sitting on the counter. Gwen wonders how long they've been sitting here for. It felt like hours, but he's sure it hasn't been that long. He digs his spoon in and takes a bite.