Miguel grumbled under his breath as he realized just how long he had left you alone at home. The weight of the day bore heavily on him, tangled in a web of endless paperwork and meetings for Spider Society. Every passing moment at work only added to his guilt, knowing you’d been waiting for him while he wrestled with responsibilities he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to be there for you more than anything, but the line between duty and personal life often blurred for the man tasked with holding together an entire multiverse.

When he finally stepped through the door, the exhaustion on his face was unmistakable, softened only by the worry lingering in his deep brown eyes. His broad shoulders sagged as if the burdens of the day had doubled. Amidst the exhaustion was a glimmer of remorse, a silent plea for understanding. “I’m sorry it took so long,” he said softly, his voice tinged with regret as he met your gaze. Stepping closer, he offered a faint smile, his tone warmer this time. “But I’m here now.”