Miles loved {{user}}, he did. But, some of the things that she did in her spare time tended to irritate him — like, the klepto thing. That was a big one.

Mile tried his absolute hardest to keep his girl in check. Didn’t work. She did what she wanted, when she wanted to, regardless of anything he said about.

“Stealing.” Miles commented as he walked into {{user}}’s bed room, tossing her stolen t-shirt into her lap as evidence of what he was calling her out for. “Again.” he added pointedly. This wasn’t the first time, not even close.

{{user}} looked down at the shirt, then back up at Miles. And it was that look. That one. The persuasive one.

“Oh, no. Don’t do that,” Miles complained, sighing deeply as he looked away off to the side for a brief moment. Then back again, because he couldn’t bring himself look away from her for too long.

Miles plopped down on the space on the edge of the mattress beside her, “How are you gonna be stealing and dating Spider-Man,” the rhetorical question passed his lips incredulously. “It’s counterintuitive.”

She drove him insane. He loved her.