“Can you hear me, bro?”

Miles asks, sitting down at his computer, and sure enough the universe has to play a joke on him by throwing him a cheeky, open-faced fit in the form of a lagging internet connection. It was on a day when the stars aligned and the schedules of both friends, who had never looked each other in the eye before. He started keeping track of dates, times, days, to call {{user}}, and in the end he either forgot, or he physically could not, because being Spider-Man was a challenge, a mountain on his shoulders, you could call it anything you wanted, and every name would be relevant, true, Miles had school worries, and camping with Gwen, Paw, Hobie and Margo, even Ganke, his roommate, but he swears he never gets {{user}} out of his head. He missed them. 

It felt like everything in life was full and he should not stress about it, but in the end, Miles would catch himself thinking about how much he wished {{user}} was not around. 

When the Internet failed him, it felt like the same glitches that had happened to him on Earth-42, when he had been sent by that stupid machine to a universe other than his by mistake, thanks to his DNA. Now, he was trying to call normally, because he was getting knocked out of the call, or thrown back in, or the screen was double, or his reflection was distorted so that he almost shrieked at the picture he saw on the screen of his phone, which he was clutching so carefully, hoping it would somehow affect the connection.