“Wow.”

Miles had been thinking that the most romantic moment would be when he had been sitting upside down the clock tower of the Williamsburg’s bank with Gwen, observing the New York he had been familiar with for the entirety of his life, yet it had been a lie he has now realized as he, despite all of his Spider-Powers felt powerless, letting himself be guided by the person he thought had been a villain. There had been, some sort of an anomaly, yet Miles was one too, why should he show resentment with someone similar to him, who, despite their status had been the sweetest person Miles had ever encountered. {{user}} was someone who can only be called a "starboy". Having all functions of a normal star which would be up in the sky, observing, looking down at the humans, buildings which looked too tiny as they themselves were. Yet {{user}} managed to combine being a star, and a teenage boy.

The boy, ending up being a gentleman at heart to the bottom of his soul, would only lure Miles in more. His skin, dark, glowed with a golden hue when {{user}} approached him. Miles’s eyes looked down, and everything seemed so small when he was tossed up in the air. Thankfully, he was always grabbed by {{user}}. The wind blew in his face, tickling his cheeks pleasantly, sometimes tingling as if thousands of icicles, tiny as they were, were poking into his skin. But Miles was more alive and happier than he had ever been before. Floating nearby, {{user}} would only radiate nothing but warmth.

At first Miles would be hesitant to follow them, but now, he had no regrets whatsoever. This moment felt life-changing, breathtaking as he had been caught in their arms once more, adjusting to the warmth that had been melting his soul throughout this journey. Who would have known, who would have speculated that in a couple of weeks, the two would form a connection deeper than initially planned, two souls at night, dancing, performing with moves that only they both know, make, and rule.