Harry wasn’t surprised to hear that she didn’t plan to sleep. Not that he slept well himself, but if he did, this would be something that kept him awake if their positions were flipped. “Everything’s fine, yeah. I was going to see if you wanted an extra hand with all of... this.” He wasn’t entirely sure what to refer to it as, besides the disappearances like everyone had been using to reference the chaos. “You’ve helped me out, so I figured I could repay you.” Maybe she didn’t need it, but he did feel like some sort of payment for not letting him entirely fail Oscorp’s takeover. 

Hearing his full name causes him to grimace, his nose scrunching slightly as he did. “Not too busy for you, Hardy, you know that.” It takes a moment longer than usual for him to save the open document and close his laptop, then he’s in the doorway of his office with his arms crossed over his chest. Stealing glances at her from a distance were much easier when she visited later at night, he assumes it’s because whatever business she had during the day had her spent by this time. Either way, it didn’t really matter to him if she did see him admiring her from afar; this wouldn’t be the first or last occurrence. Despite not being able to sleep when he desperately wanted to, Harry usually did slip into something relaxing when he knew he was in for the night. Tonight’s choice was his classic tee and joggers look, so her own made it appear that they were on the same page again. He’s meeting her half way, placing a quick kiss to the top of her head with his arms wrapping around her. “I feel obligated to be the big spoon since you said please more than once,” he teases, hands dropping so he could pick her up in one swift movement. There was little effort given, aside from crouching due to their height difference. Letting out a quiet laugh, Harry’s walking into his bedroom with her over his shoulder, then carefully tossing her onto the sheets. “So, seriously. How was your day?” he asks, sliding under the covers while trying to make himself comfortable. Seeing her a little beat up wasn’t unusual anymore, but it still didn’t mean he liked it. “Who knew owning a jewelry shop was so dangerous?” There’s a small smirk on his lips, kissing her cheek as he settled into place.

thehazfiles: squishin’ feat. @partyhardy because she loves doing this.

“In a nutshell, yes. Bernard lives there, but it’s financially from my pocket.” Harry’s shrugging, like what he’s explaining is entirely normal behavior that anyone else in his situation would do the same. “I mean, sausage on pizza is superior, but I’ll downgrade to pepperoni in exchange for hot gossip,” he teases, nudging her while wiggling his eyebrows. What hot gossip could there possibly be? He isn’t sure, but he wasn’t prepared to turn down pizza and the opportunity to catch up.

Harry’s mouth opened to explain himself, but nothing came out. There wasn’t an explanation for how he planned to control himself with the serum flowing through him, because he didn’t even know the resolution yet. He laughed, setting the mask aside to inspect his knuckles. “That guy thought he had someone to avenge.” You still do, don’t be fooled. Harry shrugged, acting like this was such a casual conversation to be having; like he hadn’t just consumed the same serum that had driven his father to the point he ended at. Like he wasn’t hearing voices, too. Just hearing the word doctor had him tensing up, nearly jumping from his place on the couch. “No doctors.” The disease he had worked so hard to conceal from everyone throughout the years would be discovered that way, he wasn’t prepared to deal with reactions from that along with various other things Norman buried that could be swarming the press at any moment. “Nah, you’re safe from me, Pete. I’ve got a company to run, so I can’t really take any beach days,” he teased. “I’ll be fine. Plenty of people to keep me in line. You, Felicia, Gwen, MJ... I would say Eddie but he’s a bit volatile. I can’t say it isn’t fun, though. Everyone needs some of that, I guess.” Harry firmly believed he had a good group around him, although some might have him teetering a bit more than Parker would have liked. “And, like... I’m pretty sure if you and Felicia came to the consensus that I was out of line, she’s more than happy to hand me my ass. That and I’m kind of wrapped around her fucking finger, so whatever.” Not that she was his girlfriend, per say, but she wasn’t just his friend either and that was clear from the way he spoke about her. “Who would’ve guessed the kids of the high schools family rivalry would be calling a truce and walking down the streets of NYC hand in hand?”

Leaning against the railing of the balcony, Harry glances down at his phone. Another late night that he’s randomly getting a text from Felicia with plans to visit if he’s awake and, of course, he is. Since coming home, it feels like he’s slept less and less unless she’s with him. Contrary to what others might have started thinking, their late night rendezvous were far from booty calls. What were they doing? He’s not entirely sure, but he’s not prepared to question it, either. Slipping his phone into his pocket, Harry’s turning to walk back inside when he catches a flash of a platinum blonde on a nearby rooftop, causing him to pause so that he can look back. Maybe he’s just seeing things, the serum he had taken still had some lasting effects and if voices could appear in his head, seeing things wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibilities. Shaking his head, he’s making his way back into his home office to finish the file he had been working on. That’s enough to occupy him until he hears the click from the private entrance. “I’ll be there in a sec. Rough day?”

“Something changing my mind?” Harry tried to laugh it off, joke his way out of it, because he was so stubborn. That behavior was ingrained at this point, along with plenty of Norman’s that he was gradually trying to rid himself of. If he could see him now, he knew he would be ripping into him about how weak he looked, and maybe he was right. It’s not a side he liked showing very often, but it was more familiar for Peter than what he had witnessed on the rooftop. Sitting up on the couch, he took the mask in his hands and played with the material. “Yeah, well, I’m starting to realize Norman kind of sucked. Like, for everyone, not just me.” He was sure after being hunted down plenty of times while masked and witnessing their interactions, Peter could understand. Truthfully, Harry was emotionally spent. “No one has to worry about the Green Goblin anymore.”