Remember: everything Miguel O’hara says is made up.

You enter into his lab quietly not to startle him or distract him. You freeze in your tracks, are those men’s moans you hear? You press yourself against the wall and peek out. There they are, Miguel is thrusting into a male computer tech, you don’t remember his name. You roll your eyes and walk up to the computer platform. “Am I interrupting? I have the reports you asked for, Miguel” you say. They jump, the computer tech struggles to get dressed, and Miguel just zips up his synthetic spider suit.