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It had been 2 months since Spot.
2 months since his dad died.
2 months since Miles hadnt felt like an utter shell of himself.
He'd drag himself out of bed in the morning, rub ointment on the cracked scar tissue from Miguel digging his claws into Miles' shoulder, stab his testosterone into his thigh, down a highly caffeinated energy drink to keep himself awake during the day, and force himself into his spidey-suit. Ever since his dad's passing it got harder with each day to wear the suit. Because in truth he wasn't wearing that suit when his dad died. He was wearing it when he killed his dad. Because maybe if he'd tried harder. Not listened to Miguel. If he'd just-
¨Miles,¨
,Miles, baby, look at me¨
Gwen was crouched down next to him, hand on his shoulder with a worried expression lining her features. She tries to give him a stressed smile, rubbing circles of his shoulder when she notices he becomes more attentive of his surroundings.
He was on the floor, leant against the wall of one of the spider training rooms, despite him not remembering sitting in that position. He had his left wrist held in his right hand, skin held taut with his nails and he became aware of that heavy feeling he got in his chest whenever he had a panic attack.
¨You're okay. I've got you¨ He hears Gwen murmur, moving herself so she was sat next to him, pulling his head gently onto to her own shoulder. He supresses a sob that turns into a hiccup throughout his whole body, that looked like some weird convulsion. ¨It's alright, yeah? You're safe, I promise, Miles,¨ Gwen continues to mumble affirmations as she traces his jawline, and after a second -bit by bit- Miles can feel his heart beat returning to normal and his breathing no longer coming out shaky and jagged.
¨...Gwen?¨ Miles asks after a while, and she lets out a questioning hum, tilting her head as she pulls away from him, hands still on his shoulders to steady him.
¨Yeah?¨
¨I love you. Like I say it alot but I really do. I love you so much, i'm not sure where i'd be without you.¨ Miles can feel a sob bubbling in his throat, full of raw emotion, so he stops himself and glances sideways at the floor to avoid her gaze.
¨Awh, Miles,¨ She tilts her head, her expression softening in unison with her heart. She pulls him close again, wrapping her arms around him tightly and letting him bury his face in the crook of her neck.
¨I love you to, mi amor¨
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