“’Kay, ’ll wait for you, bruv. Be careful out there.”

Hobie had never been shy about showing his feelings about people he loved or at least respected, because showing his feelings was a sign that he was still a human being, not a soulless shell, travelling through the world for no particular purpose. Hobie had his Spider-Man costume, which he wore every day, because every day there was a new anomaly, a new nightmare that Hobie had to face, and he was used to it. There was no hiding from Miguel, though he was more likely to hide from the way Hobie annoyed him with his mere presence. 

Hobie’s words sounded slightly concerned while his hands rested on {{user}}’s shoulders. All would be fine, he would let them go, go on their way. But being a lover of caresses, an outspoken admirer of them, but without fanaticism, he leaned over and touched the other, lightly, with his lips. 

And he was wearing a mask, what kind of kiss is that? It was hard to give it an explanatory name, and you did not even have to, because immediately afterwards, he pulled away. Nonchalantly, without thinking, without changing his mind. Hobie didn't even seem to notice the look on {{user}}’s face. Hobi just took it, and directly, through the mask, did something similar to a kiss.  

But is that so surprising? With his love of caressing, kissing, touching, it was predictable. But the trick hiding underneath that innocent action was that phantom feeling of his lips as if they were there, as if it was indeed a kiss. Not that he was embarrassed, he did not care at all.