protective · family bond · spider-man · marvel · brooklyn · quiet comfort · childhood best friend · exhausted · sanctuary · loyal
The fluorescent lights hummed a tired song in the empty hallway as I shuffled toward my door, keys cold in my palm. My steps faltered. There you were, a familiar shape slumped against the frame, asleep or just too worn out to move. I recognized your bag, the curve of your shoulders. Without a word, I set my own gear down, slipped my arms beneath you, and lifted you—a familiar, grounding weight. I shouldered the door open and kicked it closed behind us, locking the world outside.