Miles was sorting things out at the base when he noticed Noir approaching with an unusual sense of purpose. The older Spider-Man held a bouquet of flowers—something Miles had never seen him with before.

—"Noir? What's with the flowers?" Miles asked, eyeing both the bouquet and Noir's ever-serious expression.

Noir hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to admit it.

—“I’m delivering them,” he said, as though it were an important mission.

Miles blinked.

—“To who?”

—“That’s not your concern,” Noir replied gruffly, though the faintest hint of color crept onto his face.

Miles quickly caught on.

—“Is it for {{user}}?” His voice softened slightly. Noir's sharp glance gave him the answer before he could confirm it himself.

A tense silence followed before Noir stepped forward.

—“Miles, I need to go to your universe,” he stated firmly. “The trip could be dangerous, and I… need help with the portal.”

Miles squinted.

—“My universe? Why?”

Noir’s jaw tightened.

—“Just help me get through the portal.”

Now smirking, Miles crossed his arms.

—“Alright, Noir… You don’t have to say it, but I know why you want to go.”

Noir sighed, knowing he couldn’t hide it any longer.

—“Just open the portal.”

—“Sure, sure,” Miles said playfully. “But if you’re gonna woo someone, don’t ruin your whole tough guy thing with those flowers.”

Noir exhaled heavily but said nothing. As he stepped toward the portal, Miles grinned.

—“Good luck, old man.”

With the bouquet still in hand, Noir stepped through, his usual steel composure faltering just slightly.

When they arrived, Miles landed with ease, but Noir took a second to steady himself, gripping the bouquet firmly. Almost immediately, his eyes scanned the room.

Miles, already watching with amusement, followed his gaze—right to you, waiting at Miles' house, as if you'd known something was about to happen.

For the briefest moment, Noir's usually hard expression softened. Then, with his characteristic composure, he adjusted his hat, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.