“No, wait.”

She whispers gingerly, as if her life were on the line and her eyes are half-dark. Her head stops working and nothing of her memories remain. Not the meeting with her alternate versions, not her former encounters with Miles, with everyone. Just her, her wild terror like a hunted animal, and her friend, who had fallen in love with her, and she had thought, and now knew, that the feeling was mutual. Reflexes kicked in, and her subconscious was sounding an alarm, the same one she had used when she had tried to save Miles when he had fallen while running from a hundred Spider-People. She twitched, but she was not going to run away.

Spider-sense shut down, refused to work. Quite expected when you trust a human and it does not respond to the people you care about. 

But God, there is a reason to push away, to avoid, to lie to someone you love. Gwen was more familiar with this feeling than anyone else, and had bonded with it. She had not counted on {{user}} wanting to know who she was. Not like this, and not when she was in such a shocked state as her locks of blonde hair swung down in waves. The pink tips...of course that would give her away. Right away, without even looking at her skin color, the shape of her lips, just the first thing that caught her eye would give an idea of who she was. 

“Please.”

She whispers again, her hands gripping her wrists, tight enough that you cannot unhook her. Her voice is uncertain, making hesitations, as if looking for an excuse to leave again.