Fall came and went, and before you knew it the semester was over, the city was covered in twinkling lights, and Christmas music played inside every public building. The concrete jungle was blanketed in soft, white snow, and you knew it was only a matter of time until it turned into dirty, gray slush.
After the events at the Homecoming dance, Tony had gifted Peter’s suit back to him, and you took a step back, allowing Peter the space he needed to find new balance in his life with this responsibility. You offered your friendly support, making repairs to the suit as needed, and letting him pop into your bedroom via the terrace when he needed a break from his superhero duties, a snack, or–on more than one occasion–to pee.
Sometimes he swung right back out the door, and other times he stayed for a while, just talking with you or asking you to read to him from whatever book was in your hands as you relaxed into your pillows.
That’s where you were now, but there was no book, no Peter, and you were not relaxed.