It’s been a year.

Miles just can’t shake you.

Spy- no, checking on you during patrol, swinging around and scaling the walls of NY to make sure you get home safe.

Complimenting you every day, buying you gifts, remembering everything about you.

Miles wants to hate you for not noticing, but can’t. He loves you so much.

You and Miles lounge in his front room; umpteenth hangout.

He glares at the video game he bought you. What could be more captivating than giving him your full attention?