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Ned doesn’t know how his boyfriend knew he wanted to see him.
The sidekick has been hiding in his room since dinner, wanting to escape the company of his relatives. They wouldn’t be so bad if Ned didn’t hear them talk about his weight under their breath.
Now he feels like shit for eating despite being so nauseous that he couldn’t finish his plate. Since his stomach has started growling, he regrets leaving that last bit of spaghetti.
And his boyfriend just answered his prayers in the form of an asexual Spider-Man suit and an armful of snacks.
“How’d you…” Ned starts, staring at his other half in astonishment.
“You kidding me?” Peter says, keeping his voice down since the company is still downstairs, “I could hear your stomach from Midtown, babe.”
The hero drops his snacks onto the bed before walking to the dresser and quickly changing into his boyfriend’s T-shirt and sweatpants. The clothing swallows him whole, making him that much cuter in Ned’s eyes.
Peter then joins the other boy on his bed, smiling at seeing him dig into a bag of Fritos, “Wanna talk about it?”
Ned shakes his head, “Same ol’ shit about my weight, lost my appetite at dinner. Thanks for this, by the way.”
The other’s face falls, “I’m sorry.” He then takes Ned by surprise and lifts him with ease, putting him on his lap.
Said boy sighs contently, resting his head against the spiderling’s chest, holding a chip up to Peter’s mouth, “Frito?”
The hero laughs as his teeth grab the snack, “They’re for you, silly goose.”
“I like sharing.” After half the bag is consumed, Ned puts it on his nightstand, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s torso, “You don’t know how much I needed this.”
Peter does the same on his end, giving him a reassuring squeeze, “What sucks is that I think I do.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” The spiderling rests his head atop his better half’s, “I wish everyone downstairs could see how perfect you really are.”
“I don’t feel ‘perfect’ right now -”
“You are.” Peter rubs his boyfriend’s back in comfort, “My favorite person in the world.”
“You’re my favorite person in the world,” Ned says with a playful grunt, “Thank you.”
“You already said that.”
“I know.”
You deserve a million more.