[Both of them. That takes him aback, but only for a moment, a sharp, surprised moment where he thinks he forgets to breathe. Both of them, she's saying that now, after he killed her (he didn't kill her whispers a vicious voice in the beack of his thoughts, he only dropped her, it wasn't his fault Peter didn't catch her in time), now--

And that twists slowly, to now, now she offers, now after it's too late, with the venom already in his body, after everything it did to him, after Harry Osborne died screaming on the flood before the tech suit, before he was reborn in it, before after now now--]

I didn't have time to wait for you two to work out your shit. Really, Gwen, you'd have helped me from Oxford? You think I could just sit at home, and wait for you two to leave me behind and settle in while I lost control of every fucking bone in my body? Is that what you think I should have done?

[He's almost screaming by the end, because no, no, there was no alternative, he will not see it.]