it was dumb of him to practically roll through your open window like a tornado ― again, he literally needs to talk to you about leaving your window open at night because what the heck. but, dumb or not, you were friendly enough to ask about his very clearly injured face ( he'd face planted into a wall because his mind had been consumed with thoughts of you...), and sweet enough to let him stay.

Percy was trailing behind you, up the stairs of your building complex and outside onto the rooftop for some much-needed air. and of course... to talk. but talking was hard, wasn't it? there was just so much he wanted ― no, needed to say. he quite literally wanted to spill his guts. tell you about the freak accident that had turned him into this spider person that could crawl up walls, and that he fought crime at night and thought of you, and that even at home he thought of you and at night he thought of you and... he was so utterly in love with you.

and he wanted to kiss you so bad, his whole body was vibrating with nerves, anticipation, maybe even his spidey senses that were telling him to run, run, run. but Percy looked up, and your eyes were staring at him, waiting, wondering, maybe even hoping...

"okay, okay, okay," the boy took a deep breath, feeling so helpless when he readied himself to just say it. just say it. "i wish i could just say it―," Percy looked at you like he was hoping you would understand him without words. "it's hard to say..."