Eyes downcast, Gwen bites furtively against her bottom lip. Rob's words mingle with Jack's in her mind, and then with her own as she insisted to Peter that she didn't want to lie anymore. This, she knows, is as good as a lie. Holding everything inside, keeping from him what she's feeling. Waiting for the other shoe to drop and sabotaging herself when it doesn't.

"Alright," she quietly relents, not looking up.