[will's looking down at their hands, still, running his thumb gently over the bumps of mike's knuckles, tracing the freckles there -- even his hands have freckles.]

That'd be cool. Spider-Man's cool. [and mike is cool, that goes without saying. will swallows hard, licks his lips, looks up at mike again with those big, solemn, wide eyes.] ...you know it doesn't change anything. Right? I don't -- you're still my best friend. You're still you.

[he's saying what he wants to hear, what he's always prayed people (his mom, jonathan, his friends) would say if his secret ever got out. but it's true. nothing could change the place mike occupies, that sacred role of best friend, protector, leader. the person will loves more desperately and helplessly than anyone.]