[ Lana's journey to the rooftop is certainly louder than Peter's, but there's not really anything she can do about that. When she lands, she just stares at Peter's face, still in shock a little bit. ]
Holy shit, it really is you.
[ Not that she really doubted that. She's pretty sure the other Peter Parker doesn't know her name. But it's one thing to know she's speaking to her friends who died several years ago, and another to see his face.
She follows suit, removing her own mask. Hers doesn't really cover that much of her face like his does, but without it, it's easier to see the subtle differences in her expression. The sadness in her eyes. The years she's lived, beyond him. ]
EEEEE WELCOME HOME
Holy shit, it really is you.
[ Not that she really doubted that. She's pretty sure the other Peter Parker doesn't know her name. But it's one thing to know she's speaking to her friends who died several years ago, and another to see his face.
She follows suit, removing her own mask. Hers doesn't really cover that much of her face like his does, but without it, it's easier to see the subtle differences in her expression. The sadness in her eyes. The years she's lived, beyond him. ]
It's... really fucking good to see you.