"Honestly, I don't even know what date conversation is so I think we can talk about whatever you want to talk about," Peter admits with a shrug. He scoots a little closer, his knee pressed against hers and he summons all his courage to reach out and take one of her hands in his, threading their fingers together.

God, he hopes his hand doesn't get sweaty.

"I've been on exactly one date and it barely even counted so I don't really know what to expect. And I like you more than I've ever liked anyone and you're the only girl who's ever known about the Spider-Man thing so seriously, any topic."