“I’m in the mood to go ice skating. I could easily make a rink of ice. It wouldn’t hurt for at least fifteen minutes, what do you  think? It helps me think. Unless you had another idea for a distraction.” Bobby asks as he was tossing a snowball back and forth between his hands.

Listening to the other boy, Harry nodded. “Nice to meet you, Tim.” His words were so… casual. Yet, he wasn’t phased negatively by them — maybe that was what he needed, even if it wasn’t from his close friends. If anything, the words had given him a glimmer of hope about returning. “Yeah, I’m Harry Osborn.” Flipping the page carefully, a small smile met his features as he now glanced at the other across from him.

“ son of norman osborne who i hear is a huge dick, although i guess we somewhat have that in common. “ tim listed off of his knowledge about the osborne family, smiling slightly at the male across from him. “ so..what are you working on ? “ the boy asked as he started working on his assignment.

Harry absentmindedly flipped through the pages in front of him, unbothered when he heard footsteps approaching. Since returning back to his normal life after being put in the care of a medical institution and regular visits with a criminal psychologist for a period of time, his demeanor was…. different. He still carried the weight of his father’s death, but was considered “cured“ from their perspectives. 

“I don’t know what they’ve been saying about me…. but I’m not crazy. It was evaluated.” His tone was colder, his fingers now paused at the corner of a page. In the back of his mind, he wasn’t sure he had anyone left in the world that he had returned to - what had been said in his absence, and what were they saying now? His thoughts lingered, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared for any of the answers about his own return.

“ i deal with crazy more than you will ever realize. you seem normal compared to most wack jobs around here, don’t sweat it man. “ tim sat down, opening up his laptop to get to work. “ i’m tim by the way, you’re the osborne kid right ? “ with an arched brow, the boy scanned the other’s appearance in study.