Gwen laughs a little. "Nah, that's— you're not the first person who's wanted to. The other Spider I stayed with for a while after I left my own universe was... he was never happy when I talked about dad. You'd like him. He's cool like you."

Not that it isn't odd for her, thinking of people having that conversation with her dad, but... it's hard to be too mad, these days. Even if she struggles to imagine being able to argue with him herself. Everyone she's ever told seems just as unimpressed with him.

She exhales and after a moment longer her fists loosen, then release. She rubs her face. There's more colour in it again.