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"I'm--" Harry falters, an ironic half-smirk frozen on his face. How does he feel now? "That's... the shitty thing, actually. See, I, uh--" His hands drop away from Peter and he takes an unconscious step away, turning, running a hand across his mouth as a mirthless chuckle escapes him. When he turns back he tells himself that those aren't tears pricking at his eyes. Absolutely not. He opens his mouth, and the words seem to tumble forth in a desperate rush, with him powerless to stop them.

"I tried to kill myself senior year, Pete. I was drunk, and I downed a bottle of Aspirin with the scotch my dad sent me for my birthday. Obviously that's not the way to do it, and I wound up in the hospital, getting my stomach pumped, wishing more than ever that I was dead. Later, my dad came to visit me in the hospital. He told me... how disappointed he was," Harry's mouth twisted, like he was trying with all his might to keep a passive face, and his hands were shaking fiercely, balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. "He'd never been more ashamed in me than in that moment. After that, I didn't see him again until he was the one on his death bed. But I made a decision right then-- I decided to live. Even if it was just to spite my father..." He pauses for a moment, catching his breath, attempting with everything he has to maintain his composure.

"And now..." his voice breaks, but he covers it up with forced laughter. "I don't have a choice. He took even that away from me."

Peter’s brows furrow. He never wants Harry to feel like this again—but he doesn’t know what he can do to prevent that. Maybe it was all just in the past, and Harry won’t… But Peter has personal experience with this, of course, and he knows intimately how easy it is to relapse…

"Harry," he murmurs, trying for firm. "How— how are you feeling now? You tell me if there’s anything I can do, ever, okay?” It’s a pathetic effort, as pathetic as he feels here with no idea what to do, how to help. But it’s all he can think to say.

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Dean smirked at the obvious annoyance of the younger man, the Big Apple was dry of any cases that weren’t already being worked, so the hunter needed something to do. And contributing to one’s possibility of getting cancer was always one of his biggest pet peeves anyways, so why not badger this kid about it.

"So maybe you should I dunno… knock it off? How old are you anyways, like 16?"

Harry cast the stranger an odd look. He didn't look like the type who should preach, honestly; the guy wasn't exactly clean cut. Really, who the fuck did he think he was?

"I'm 20," he said, pointedly taking another long drag. "And I'm dying anyways..." was little more than a mutter under his breath as he exhaled the smoke once more.

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// darling~!!

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// so I'd like to maybe bring Harry off-hiatus if there's anyone still around who wants to play with him.

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“Those we love never truly leave us”

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"JARVIS. Connect me to Harry Osborn, please." "Right away, sir."

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"Just..." he's almost startled at the fact that she picked up on his subtleties, but then this is Gwen, and she never misses a thing. His smile is soft as his eyes rove over her.

What's a shame? That he needs her much more than he'd ever intended to? That he's selfish enough to want her to stay (just as he's selfish enough to want Peter to stay-- to want any of them to stay)? That when they're together, he doesn't feel selfish, doesn't feel like a grenade; her sensible nature outweighs his dramatic tendencies and reminds him that he's just a person. Is it a shame that he'll lose that? Or just that he's afraid to?

"Life," he says noncommittally, shrugging. "This situation?" A humorless chuckle escapes him and he rubs the back of his head. "I don't know..."

"What?" Gwen asks, suddenly serious — or mostly serious; she can still feel the end of a smile crinkling her eyes (she’ll have crow’s feet before she’s forty if she spends too much time with Peter and Harry, she thinks, and doesn’t really mind).

"What’s a shame?" Harry could still be commenting on her departure, but something about the way he says it tells Gwen that’s not all this is.

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He buries his face in his hand, turning away. The kind words that should be comforting instead cut right to his core with the knowledge that he doesn't deserve them. In these low moments he knows the truth-- that he doesn't deserve any of the kindness that the Parker family has shown him.

          "I don't want you to see me getting worse. No one should have to..."

“I don’t want you to see me like this.”

        "Like what Harry?          I see nothing but you.                       always." 

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Harry can't help the hesitant laugh that escapes him. In spite of everything, here Peter is, attempting to joke and make him smile. Even after everything he'd just said to make him leave... here he is. Any sane person would have been gone weeks ago, honestly. Anyone with a working sense of self-preservation would have left him for dead. Looking back though, that'd always been a trait severely lacking in Peter.

"I'm-- I'm sorry," the words leave him softly. Sorry for what? Not for trying to protect Peter. And not for trying to protect himself. Perhaps for fighting, for bringing Peter pain here and now. All he knows is that he has to apologize, because he can't stand to see the hurt that's still hiding behind Peter's smile.

Peter grins (unexpectedly, even to himself), and pulls back from the hug just enough to hit Harry lightly in the shoulder. “Oh my god, stop flirting with me!” he teases, voice only a little shaky.

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I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.

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Send me a misconception you think people have about my character & I'll explain if it's true or not.

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Harry's smirk is dangerously close to a genuine smile as he tightens his grip on Peter's arm and leans just a bit more into him. Always. God, that word sounds fantastic in the context. He can't help himself; he leans his head against Peter's arm, just enjoying the sensation of physical closeness.

"I can just get my driver to pick us up," he says casually, shrugging a shoulder, sending off the text even as he spoke. Well, his lot in life did come with some perks, after all. "We should go wait by the street, though."

"Always," Peter replies, trying for sarcasm and missing his mark, hitting just past painfully sincere. "I always want to be around you." No, no snark there at all, just truth. He ducks his head and looks anywhere but right at Harry, hoping to hide the light blush on his cheeks.

Peter clears his throat. “Should I call a taxi, or do you want to walk back to your tower and take your car? Or the subway?” If he were on his own he could web it — he hasn’t paid for a subway ticket in months, and honestly that’s the option he least expects Harry to take, so his streak likely won’t be broken now — but with Harry here they’ll have to choose a more traditional mode of transportation.

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Peter smiled sleepily up from where he lounged in the armchair. "Hey, Harry," he mumbled, and reached up to entangle their fingers. "Long day at the office, yeah? Too much work signing important stuff and bossing people around?" Suddenly, Peter yanked on Harry's hand to make him sit in the chair with him, and nuzzled Harry's neck. "Next time delegate," he said wisely.

It had been a long day— an exhausting, terrible, shitty day. Depression had made it feel like trudging through a swamp of anxieties, each step threatening to drag him under and drown him. A majority of it had been spent with his trembling hands hidden in pockets so that no one would see the tell-tale sign of his inexorable decline. Basically, by the time he made it back home he was ready to fall into bed and wish for death to just reach him already.

But then Peter was there waiting for him, all sleepy smiles and teasing words, pulling him down into an embrace and comfort and damn he hadn’t realized how much he needed it until it was happening.

          “Y—yeah… whatever.” He rolled his eyes and tried for a joking tone to cover how intensely grateful he was.

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"Oh, and by the way, Harry," Peter said over his shoulder, turning to leave, sunlight glinting through the open doorway and casting shadows everywhere but on Harry, on the stairs, and Peter himself, "I love you!"

Screw angst, make my muse genuinely smile in one sentence or less.

           Goddamn perfect adorable fucking nerd. "Pff, just get out of here, Pete, before I change my mind and keep you all to myself."

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// i am back for ryn!Peter *cue the only exception playing in the distance*