"would miles understand if i went to see him?" gwen sighed, looking up at hobie.
she'd been through so much by that point; peter had died. her dad pointed a gun at her head. she had no home to go back to.
he was all she had left.
and he was soon to be gone.
she was in this alone.
if she went back home and saved her dad, she'd be cast away from the spider-society forever.
if she never went back home, her dad would be gone.
but she'd still have this job.
this job was all she had, even though it gave and took everything from her.
hobie smiled. "he'd light up at the sight of you, gwendy."
"what am i supposed to say to him?" gwen asked. she didnt want to fuck up a second friendship, she wouldnt be able to live with herself.
"just talk like old friends."
gwen chuckled. "hobie, i dont have any old friends,"
"you havent seen mile- peter pan in over a year."
"hobie, hes not my peter pan."
hobie raised an eyebrow.
"okay maybe, but its not like hes gonna feel that way if i tell him about his dad."
"then keep him from miguel. not every part of your life has to be about this job,"
"if its not about this job, i'll get kicked out," gwen sighed, "i dont wanna go back home, hobie. i dunno how to fix what went wrong with my dad,"
"it'd be even worse if i ended up hurting miles," she shed a tear, "i miss him."
"the way you talk about miles makes you so much happier. you can help each other," hobie smiled, "and if he hurts my drummer, hell's finna come down on him."
gwen laughed. "he wouldnt hurt me, hobie. he just,
he means the world to me."
it was nice to have someone to talk to, but no one would be the same as miles.
he was her peter pan.