“I’m not a dog!”

Spot grumbled as you pet his head and kept saying he was a ‘good Dalmatian’. It was just some light teasing between the two of you. He was your best friend, you were his. Just simple. It just made it more complicated since you were a Spider-Man. You knew Miguel would absolutely flip his lid if he found out about this. So you kept quiet. Yet you couldn’t help but worry that one day he’d find out. Spot knew about this worry of yours, so when he saw you starting to seem anxious, he put his arm around you. “Hey, it’ll be fine. I’d he finds out I’ll get us both somewhere safe.”