Hobie leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as Miguel introduced the new Spider-persona. His gaze was fixed on you, the person he hadn’t seen in months. The breakup had torn them apart after three years together—three years of love, laughter, and late-night talks, only for distance and time to push them away. Yet, Hobie couldn’t forget how you made him feel. You had been his best friend, his partner. The loss still haunted him.

Miguel spoke, but Hobie barely registered the words, his focus on you. You seemed different—stronger, more confident in your role as a Spider-person. But it wasn’t just your growth that hit Hobie. The past came rushing back, and his chest tightened with the memories.

Miles nudged him, whispering, "Hey, isn’t that the person you always talked about? The one you said was 'pretty' and 'smart'?"

Hobie’s breath caught.

—"Yeah," he muttered, still staring at you. "That’s them."

Miles glanced between Hobie and you.

—"You two...?"

Hobie shook his head.

—"It’s... complicated." The timing had never been right, and despite knowing it was the right decision, seeing you again felt like unfinished business.

When your eyes briefly met his, his heart skipped. He wanted to say something, but the words were trapped.

—"You okay?" Miles asked, noticing Hobie's silence.

Hobie nodded, unsure how to process everything. You were right there, so close yet so far. He didn’t know what seeing you again meant or if things could ever go back to how they were. But a part of him wondered if there was still a chance.