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Well, if he’s honest with himself, it’s more than the four days. It’s… it’s a lot more than the four days. Harley thinks the four days is the breaking point because he likes to think of things in terms of fours. Like four different types of phillips screwdrivers, four different colors, four different types of cars he wants, and four days of his boyfriend ignoring all his calls and texts.

The worst part is Peter wasn’t always like this. When they had met, back in the Iron Man forums, it had been wonderful. They talked every single day, every single spare moment. Peter would send him pictures of New York and the city and all the places that made him think of Harley. He’d message out of the blue just to remind Harley that he was always thinking of him. It had been… it had been as perfect as a long-distance relationship could be.

They’d met, once, one December- because all the good things in his life happen in Decembers, like his sister’s birth, and his mother’s laughter, and meeting Tony Stark- when Harley had managed to wrangle a ticket to New York. They’d splayed out over Peter’s couch and had kissed and kissed and laughed in each other’s warmth for as long as they could. For as long as until Harley had to go back home.

And there was a plan to do that again, next December.

That December would never come.