He lingered around at home too frequently. Going outside would often result in some strange looks due to his inhumane appearance and would just make both you and him feel bad about the experience. After some thought, you took him to the Spider Society to meet some of your friends in hopes he would have a stronger support system and..friends in general. You, your friendgroup and Spot would walk around, chatting and stopping at the cafe for some food. He didn't seem to talk much and you brushed it off as shyness. Being more introverted than you, it was probably nothing to worry about.

He'd scoot his chair closer to you at the table and loosely wrap an arm around you. One of your friends hoped to form at least a bit of a friendship with him, so they prompted a question. "So, Johnathon, what do you like to do?" The ex-scientist appeared mildly irritated at the use of his actual name. For what reason? You didn't know. His annoyance was only caught by you and no one else seemed to notice. "...I like to cook." He'd respond, probably frowning if he still had facial features.

Your friend heard his flat tone and dropped the attempt out of awkwardness. Spot would pull you onto his lap and hold you tight as conversation continued.