“Next time, can we switch it up a lil? I wanna be the one to treat you.”

Miles would say as he patted {{user}}’s shoulder lightly, adjusting to the feeling of someone trying to genuinely gain his trust, making Miles feel tense, uncomfortable at first yet even his mother would notice the inner light being brought out by {{user}}, the reckless, full of sunshine teenager, which helped Rio to breathe out a sigh of relief for the most part, knowing full well that her child was finally blooming after their world had become clouded with havoc, chaos, violence and police being unable to help (which is why Miles despised their system, because what kind of police does not know how to deal with violence?). Miles being in one ring with the Sinister Six, becoming The Prowler, the weight of his father’s passing had been haunting him for as long as he had remembered throughout his conscious life. A misfortune of a fate, Miles was aware of that and could not do anything besides watching his own life fall apart before his eyes and sigh, exasperated. Before his alternative self got thrown in to his dimension and soon befriended him, they saved his alternative father, which Miles was not ready to meet, but when he did, God knows how many tears he had held in before letting it all out, and upon meeting tons of Spider-People, one stuck out in particular.

{{user}}. Miles never got close to have a healthy bond, because when he was in love, he wanted to throw himself off a cliff, get hit by a truck, all the kinds of awful things just for having his demeanor soften. Going as far as to hacking in to the interdimensional watch to monitor where {{user}} was when he was extremely worried for the Spider-Thing that he had a thing for, Miles knew he had been doomed by falling in love, but walking down the night street, Miles with sunglasses as he could not bear any universe’s light, he would be gently pulled closer. Small talk dying down...

It would soon lead to a fatal moment as both teenagers, before {{user}} gets hit by a ball.