What San needed, was a calm night. He needed a moment to mourn, to be angry at the world for giving him something good and taking it away. Though, New York is a selfish city, and San was put to work.
While standing in be midst of a crime scene and police cars, he turned to face the streets he once loved. Every store he's saved, the faces of the people who thanked him, the soul of the city that crushed him, yet brought him up.
He was conflicted. About everything. The overwhelming fear of loss trickled back into his heart.
Spider-Man needed a drink.
San walked his way to a convince store, bought a pack of beer, and headed to his go-to sight seeing spot.
He needed a moment of peace, just a moment. To embrace the chilling reality of permanent loneliness, to contemplate if intimacy was worth it, to cry. He sobbed through his mask, lifted up the bottom half, and downed beer after beer.
He really liked Wooyoung, or, who he thought Wooyoung was. The person who said cruel things to him didn't seem anything like the boy. Or maybe that was really Wooyoung, and he was just acting before. But despite it all, and the sorrow that wallowed in San's heart, he couldn't help but still be fond.
"Boo!"
Great.
San turned his head, and there the snarky figure in leather was. "Could you just fuck with me tomorrow?" He sighed, hanging his head low, resuming his sip of beer.
"Something got you down, Spider?" The cat crawled to sit at San's side. "What's bothering the poor hero?"
"Why do you care?"
"I'm just curious."
"Yeah, I've heard that's bad for cats."
"Too sad to fight but not too sad to crack a joke."
"You know me."
"I don't. But I'd like to." Dragging their claw to Spider-Man's jaw, they turned his head to face them. "Risky move, bottom half of your face is out."
"Who cares? Secret identities are ridiculous anyway."
"What about your personal life? No Miss-Spider-Man you wanna keep safe?"
"Not even close," he passed a bottle to Black Cat before continuing, "but there was someone I wanted to protect."
"And what happened?"
"I guess it wasn't mutual."
"Are you kidding? Someone passed up on a good guy like you?" He only shrugged in response. "If you ask me, I'd do anything to keep you." Cat cracked their beer with a claw, and took a swig. "Though, I don't think a guy like you would go for a criminal."
"I don't think all criminals are evil. Good people do bad things for a right reason. I'd try my best to help someone get to a good place, or at least help them work through whatever's making them act wrong."
"Let's say, it's me. Would you try to turn me good?"
"I think you're already good."
Cat didn't give a reply, only stared through their mask as a glaze of water shone across their eyes. The wind guided across their white locks, and their hand brought itself to cup San's jaw. "You don't know me."
"I know any other criminal would've stabbed me by now."
"You think because I haven't tried to kill you, I'm good?" Spider-Man freely let Cat keep their hand on his chin.
