Hobie knew the responsibility of being spiderman. Well, he thought he knew. He doesn't mind getting roughed up every now and then whenever he deals with criminals, because he had you. His...well, best friend? Lover?

Whatever you were, he could always count on you to be there for him. But not anymore. You were gone now.

Hobie throws back another shot, slamming the glass down on the counter as he heaved a sigh. It's been days since he was seen at HQ, and frankly, he doesn't plan on coming back.