“your class isn't this way.”His voice is gruff, more than likely due to his previous encounter. The government doesn't take a break for physics, neither does he. “Well neither is yours” you quip back, still following him, still adamant.

Miles makes a sound of frustration, walking faster and more aggressively. “What do you want a thank you?.” Slowing down when he hears the click of your shoes matching his pace. He is thankful. A student caught him sneaking back, only a half second after he managed to come out of the suit. He's not sure what you said, or what bizzare tale you shared, but you saved him from a real nasty confrontation.

His mother already has the whole world on her shoulders, the last thing she needs is a call from administrators and the news that her son is a criminal. So yeah, you're the perfect scapegoat. So much so that he's begun to get comfortable, a little reckless, knowing you'll be able to bail him out.

The only downside is your inquisitiveness, you want to know what he was doing, where he was, if he got hurt. You had the privilege to be born to one of the wealthier families in the city, and the miracle of not being tainted by the corruption that you witness.

You are a kind person, not a lot of those left. He'd be insane if he ever let you get wrapped up in his type of living. He doesn't need you to play vigilante and get hurt, just be his alibi, just be his scapegoat.