[Spider-Man emerges from the (thankfully long since emptied) Olive Garden where he'd been trying to clean off the worst of the mess. The results are ... mixed. As much as he really wanted (desperately wanted) to sluice out his suit entirely, that's just not practical in 40-degree weather, not when it could be hours yet before he can get a chance to change. Instead he just daubed off as much as he could with damp paper towels. He's not shedding globs of Skrull anymore, but the bright scarlet of his costume has been splattered brown-black with blood, like he's had an unfortunate encounter with the lovechild of Jackson Pollock and and Freddy Kreuger.
He draws close, but visibly stops himself from hugging her, tucking his hands in his armpits.]
action;
He draws close, but visibly stops himself from hugging her, tucking his hands in his armpits.]
You messaged the others?