He looks down at his bionic hand, touching its palm with his other hand.
The memory of that day as fresh in his mind, being that he’d dreamt of it the night before.
Even with the pain-blockers, an essence of its aching echos inside of him.
I know it’s a Spider-Man thing to feel responsible for every bad thing that happens.
I’m well acquainted with that.
But… It’s okay Miggy. Please. Be easier on yourself? Okay?
Vamos. Hug.
-opens his arms-
-Tilts slightly to try and follow his gaze.-
It wasn’t your fault… you know.
There was no preventing what happened. But I’m still here.
Please don’t act like I’m not because you’re too busy blaming yourself.