His arms went around her waist and he gladly returned the gesture. It was difficult for him to not be pleased when he saw Mary Jane. There was just something about her that made Peter feel as though nothing else mattered. Not even the stressful crime rate that had overtaken the city. As long as she was here, safe, and with him? Things would be fine. That was how he had to look at everything for now. Because if he saw it any other way he'd probably be consumed by the darkness that had launched itself into the city.
"And I missed you," he responded, slowly pulling away from her with a content sort of smile on his face. "You have no idea how much." He had been so miserable when she was away.