Tired feet dragged through the hallways of his apartment complex, Miles's gauntlet and mask hidden away in his backpack. He reached for his keys when he finally reached his floor, stopping in his tracks when he saw someone at his front door.

They were seated beside it, head buried in their knees. He assumed they were asleep, considering the time and the fact they didn't react to his presence.

A sigh left his lips when he caught sight of their backpack, your backpack. He wasn't sure when you got there, only that you'd probably be staying the night.

He was used to this, as was his mom, your home life wasn't at its best (far from it, actually,) and you were always welcome. Primarily your position as his sidekick got you the welcome, but it was a welcome no less.

"Vamos, ma," he sighs, though the statement was mostly to himself. He slung your backpack over one of his shoulders before carrying you inside.