he knows better than to believe the other. he can smell the blood from where he stands, causing devil to approach quickly as he kneels to get on the spider’s level. his side, his side is covered in crimson so he’s careful when he ultimately makes a move to hoist the man up bridal style. “i’m gonna patch you up,” he informs him casually as he carries him through the alleyways towards his apartment. 

        he looks up with a gentle start, eyes wide & brows pulled         together but softens when he sees harry standing in front         of him. ( he’d been expecting someone else ). a crooked         grin pulls at his lips as he straighten up off his locker.

              “ oh hey, yeah. thanks! “ he holds back laughter.                                     “ you always give the best gifts, harry. ”

            he can’t help but be a bit amused by peter’s               reaction, he’d always been a bit skittish. a subtle               smirk curls his lips, one hand in his pants pocket               as he leans his weight more to one hip. 

                    ‘  so, right triangles with the  sides five, twelve and thirteen and five, four and two are...  ’  eyes fall shut and nose crinkles slightly in silent concentration.   she couldn’t have already forgotten something that was only taught half an hour ago, could she?  ‘  pythagorean triples?  ’

mask falls to the living room floor as he shrugs off his suit, stripping down to nothing more than a tank top and boxers as quietly as he possibly can with the other two snuggled up in his bed together. he doesn’t dare wake them without breakfast in hand, something he gets to work on immediately once he’s free from the confines of his suit. he’s not the greatest cook, but he’s better than the two snoozing away in the other room, matt nominating himself honorary cook of the three. preparing some eggs the way each of them likes, sausage, hash browns, and toast, the oldest places them all on plates once finished, carrying both peter’s and harry’s into the room before he bothers with his own. he’s more concerned about the other two getting their fill first. “wake up, sweethearts,” he instructs gently as he sets the plates on the nightstand for the time being. leaning down, he’ll run his fingers through their hair, lips being planted on each cheek before he pulls away. “brought you breakfast.”

“i can’t do this anymore, peter.” his voice is stern, trying to convince himself more than he is the young man before him. they’ve been here before, with matt informing him that he couldn’t continue on with their relationship like this anymore, but this time he means it. he can’t handle the guilt, the way hands on his chest feel tainted or how his kiss tastes like sin. it’s not peter’s fault, never was and never would be, but the elder of the two simply can’t participate in such any longer. not without the guilt slowly killing him, anyway. even though, he’s trembling slightly. deep down, having peter leave is the last thing he wants and yet his voice still manages a quiet, “leave. please.” no matter how much it kills him. 

        there’s no use in making excuses. harry knows exactly where he         was, red & blue suit torn in various places, hair mussed from the         mask he wears.

        he’d only returned to the mansion to change into nicer clothes.         late for dinner again, he hadn’t noticed just how late he was until         he was caught. harry had no reason to lie about the time, it really         was midnight — he doesn’t know what to say anymore. harry         deserves better, having been tossed away his entire life by his         father, forgotten. now peter is doing it too. his eyes drop to the         space between them.

        “ i’m sorry, harry. i — didn’t know… i need to get a watch. ” no, this         is serious. he shakes his head. “i didn’t think it would take that long. ”

                                “ i’m really sorry, harry.”

            he’d given up on waiting eventually; still wearing             a suit for the occasion, dress shirt collar undone,             a glass of scotch cradled in his hand as he slouches             on a sofa.

            & he’s not surprised when peter appears in his              suit ragged & torn, in a rush like he always is.              there’s always something to fight in the city that             never sleeps.

            harry gives the other a wry smile, thin lips curling             as he raises his glass in greeting. 

            “ i was wondering when you’d show up. “

            he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, a              tilt of his head at the other & --- he can’t stay pissed             at him when he makes that face. damn.             harry sighs wearily, setting his glass down             & running a hand over his face.

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