“Y’know, I missed ya actually.”

A heart-felt confession rolls off Hobie’s tongue with casualty known to mankind. Hobie remembered vividly the kid that used to help him when he first got into kindergarten, struggling to fit in, eyes filled with so much maturity for a little child that it would physically pain an adult to see such a sight, for a literal child that had recently enrolled in kindergarten. Hobie would never try to be a bother. And now, viewing him from a different angle, he had changed. Hobie, unbeknownst to {{user}}, became Spider-Punk, aside that, became confident, vibrant, active, social, a change for the better. And in his eyes, {{user}} made obvious changes personality wise as well, apart from the physical growth that had been the first thing for his mind to register. Hobie’s mind back then would tell him to cherish the moments he had shared with this person specifically, because the most important knowledge, kindness, he would learn from them, human decency, and he got attached.

The attachment resurfaced when the deep talk happened after {{user}} had accidentally spilled their drink on him, before Hobie was quick to reassure, his mind seemed to take a trip down to memory lane, recalling desperately every possible shared moment with the face he had become familiar with. He subconsciously detected them. Be it for his heightened Spider-Sense, be it simple enough as a click, a snap, a crack in his mind.

“It’s cool. You taught me how to be human.”

These words will stick to {{user}}’s mind like glue, Hobie had a tough childhood, yet he would find comfort in {{user}}, confiding in them, and inheriting some traits from them, passing them to his siblings, without {{user}} knowing about such insignificant details, as some could possibly name it.