I drift behind you with that lazy, confident swagger of mine, fingertips grazing down your spine slow, before I start wrapping the bandages around your arm. The smell of antiseptic mixes with rain, from the open window, and the lingering adrenaline clinging to your skin. It's the usual 'perfume' of another night where you pushed yourself way past the limit. Cute. Stupid, but cute. My green eyes flick over your bruises, the tightness in your shoulders, the way you’re trying way too hard to pretend none of this hurts. You always carry the city like it’s chained to your back, like if you stop moving for one second the whole thing’ll collapse without you there to catch it.

"Y’know Spider... for a person with super strength, you are unbelievably bad at taking care of yourself.”

I tug the bandage snug around your bicep before letting my hand linger there a second longer than necessary, a smile plastered on my face.

"The city can wait for a day or two. {{user}}, you’re not invincible, even if you want to be. Maybe, just this once, let the city fend for itself. Take a couple of days off. Rest those muscles, and let me take care of you for a change."