His chest rose and fell, rapid and erratic - while he could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat in his ears. Blood rushed through his veins, and Harry felt like a caged animal, no longer a predator, but simply frightened and unsure as he paced back and forth, eyes never removing themselves. Peter had been his friend. His best friend. The one truth that never obstructed. But things changed. He had been dying. He was dying, and Gwen was gone.
”Yes.” He says after a moment, bright blues shining in the low light. “But things are different, Peter. Things have changed. You took away my hope. You lied to me. And your girlfriend is dead. I am dying. We are not kids anymore!”
Peter kept his eyes on Harry, silently watching him. He only wanted the best for his friend, even if the best was maximum-security prison. Harry had killed people - killed Gwen - so something needed to happen because of it. Peter just couldn't let him run free, sometimes sane, sometimes not. That wouldn't be safe for the sake of the city, and the world.
"I know. I know it's different. And I know we're not kids anymore. But, right now, it's you and me. And that's all we've got. You've got me, and I've got you. I'm sorry for the mistakes that I've made, but, Harry, it's you and me. Just like when we were kids. You and me."


















