when she starts singing, the sinking feeling in his chest finds almost a permanent home. theyβve been through a lot, and heβs been through just about everything before that, but singing? are they really singing? βno way, no wayβ¦β his head shakes, and he goes back to spinning the number dials even faster. maybe whateverβs in this briefcase is the key to ending the song. he shakes the briefcase after the numbers spin pointlessly, βi want this to end now.β rising up from where heβd been crouching, spider-man stands across from lovebug, free arm motioning between them. βthis canβt be happening to us!β he pushes the briefcase into her arms, turning around and slowly pacing the bathroom, almost as if to the rhythm that beats loudly in his head.
when he turns again itβs a smooth spin, heβs actually dancing, βcause see, weβve got work to do!β arms out wide he draws them back to his chest. heβs as surprised by his moves as she is. βbad guys to punch.β at the very least he doesnβt shadow box on the line, but his hand do come up, fight ready.