That was unexpectedly sweet. Surprised, but pleased, Pinocchio didn't respond to that, but he did file it away for later. It might be useful to know who he could call on for support, and who he might be able to help in return.

At the question, a small chuckle of silent laughter seemed to overtake Pinocchio, though it wasn't cruel or unkind. Simply amused. Were you always a spider-man? he asked in return, not realizing the answer would be complicated. The offer to clean blood from his clothes was noted with a little tilt of his head and a small smile. Pinocchio decided he liked spiders.

Faltering at the idea of having a nickname, he considered his answer for a moment before signing the letter P in a halting way. He wasn't really sure if that constituted as a nickname. Any other titles he'd been given were purely that — descriptors he'd earned in fights, not terms of endearment. And then Miles used another term he didn't recognize. Superhero. He resolved to ask him about it later.

For now, he turned, gesturing at the path ahead. Did Miles want to travel with him?