“Are you okay?” 

Gwen asks, not thinking about the storm going on in {{user}}’s head. She suspected, and Gwen guessed deep down, the reason for {{user}}’s so detached behavior. She speaks as if trying to soothe on a subconscious level, trying to understand, to enlighten, to make clear something that will definitely soothe. Knowing that she likes girls. But she never spoke directly about this attraction, did not see the need for it. True, there was regret lurking in the blue eyes now. They darted a glance into their eyes, so familiar. 

Gwen had spoken of Miles many times, always describing his details with startling accuracy, his dark skin, his curly Afro, his brown eyes with a hint of honey, it was all there. And perhaps it was an engine in the wrong direction, leading to misunderstandings. 

Standing up on her toes, Gwen squinted questioningly. {{{user}}} and Gwen had been through a lot, even knowing each other far less than Gwen and Miles, or anyone around her. Gwen liked to show signs of attention to {{user}}, veiling it so skillfully that it was barely noticeable. She avoided romance in general, after all, due to her knowledge of canon events, even after their destruction after, again, Miles’s involvement. Gwen was always aloof, but terribly attractive, and unaware of her potential, not knowing how to show love as it should be, as it should be, as it was customary. 

But she was able to understand, to analyze the emotions of people close to her. It was natural for her, if she were to be honest, yet she would rather hear from the other’s, seeking confirmation in her doubts.