And when Alec instructs him to picture his girlfriend, he does, genuinely make an effort to. Eyes closed, he leans slightly against the bar, imagining Liz with her long hair and her perfect face and her pretty eyes and her soft hands and --
-- then, Alec tells her to imagine her naked, with his webfluid binding her, and something immediately shortwires inside of Peter's brain.
It's not that Peter doesn't have thoughts like that (minus the whole webfluid thing, which he had absolutely never considered until this very moment), it's that he's tried to avoid having thoughts like that about girls he actually knew. It always felt weird, like he should be, like, asking for permission or something.
And as Peter's brain shortwires, he somehow manages to lose his balance, and falls right out of his barstool.
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-- then, Alec tells her to imagine her naked, with his webfluid binding her, and something immediately shortwires inside of Peter's brain.
It's not that Peter doesn't have thoughts like that (minus the whole webfluid thing, which he had absolutely never considered until this very moment), it's that he's tried to avoid having thoughts like that about girls he actually knew. It always felt weird, like he should be, like, asking for permission or something.
And as Peter's brain shortwires, he somehow manages to lose his balance, and falls right out of his barstool.
So much for supernatural reflexes.