#((i was torn between this being like. when they first reunite or maybe post spider-society breakout so i just left that vague agdhhf))

[ownst0ry]

I’ve made tons of stupid mistakes and later I regretted them. And I’ve done it over and over again, thousands of times.

When you start a drawing, you have to remember negative space is just as important as the strokes of your brush : the absence of something to imply the presence of something. See, how the absence makes a piece ? See how it shapes the form ? How it grows, how it consumes ? 

That snowy hood drapes down, obscuring her profile to him, veiling her expression but her shoulder hunch with invisible weight and his hand twitches, the need to reach out sparking in fingers that clench in on themselves. She's so close, no longer lines of pencil in his sketchbook, no longer just an imprint of memory he kept tracing over and over and over — yet the dimensions between them seems to linger and grow, even now, in the space they occupied.

❝ So have I. ❞ He blurts, words awkward and clunky with the weight of wanting to connect, a desperate thing he tried to swallow in the pit of his gut.

❝ I mean — there isn't a spider-manual out there, or even a person manual. We're just . . . figuring everything out as it happens, right ? ❞

It's exhausting, on your own. Unspoken words sit like lead in his mouth, heavy on his tongue in those gaps of conversation with his parents, the pit in his gut dependent on the memory of those fleeting bonds he'd latched onto, satiated by the idea of closing the spaces that separated them.

Miles' brow furrows.

❝ I meant it when I said I wanted to be your friend . . .  I thought you wanted that, too. ❞