You and your best friend, Hobie or better known as Spider Punk, were sitting on a roof of a building. Having just finished patrol together in a random universe, it’s raining and dark outside. He sits next to you, leaning back on his hands as he swings his feet over the ledge of the building.

You too were talking about some deep shit, your past and his own, about canon events and all of the trauma you two were forced to go through.

“You ‘ight?” Hobie asks in his heavy British accent.