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Harry Osborn walked, more like staggered up and down the empty halls of his mansion. Why the hell did he feel anything, let alone sadness, about his father dying anyway? Norman never liked him.
Harry let out a laugh as he saw the ground move beneath him.
“Harry? Are you alright?”
Harry rolled his eyes as he recognized the voice. He turned around and he was met with those large blue eyes he knew too well. Peter Parker, his best friend.
“I’m doing great Petey,” he mumbled out,” my father is dead.”
Even in his drunken state, he could detect pity in his friend’s eyes. And was that a bit of guilt?
“Harry…”
“Don’t feel sorry for me, Peter,” he reassured, “he hated me anyway.”
Harry lost his footing and before he could hit the ground, Peter caught him. How the hell did his friend catch him that fast?
“Now let’s get you back to bed,” Peter told him.
Harry shook his head and he felt tears threatening to leak out his eye sockets. He thought about the nightmares that await him in his room. His father yelled at him over and over.
He would have tried to get out of Peter’s arms but it felt so nice and warm. It was almost like a weighted blanket that calmed him down.
“No, I don't want to sleep in there” he argued, “just want to stay right here.”
“How about the couch instead?” Peter suggested as Harry felt his body being lifted from the ground. Shit, how much did he drink? Little Peter Parker couldn’t have picked him up.
Harry let out a giggle.
“Sure, whatever you say, Peter.”
He felt the leather of the couch underneath him and Peter took off his shoes. Peter was too nice to him. No wonder Norman always wanted Peter as a son rather than him. And he fucked up his relationship with Mary Jane trying to impress him.
Harry felt tears burn his eyes.
“I am a horrible person,” he slurred out to Peter.
“Don’t say that Harry,” Peter argued, “you are a good person.”
Harry snorted.
“Of course, you would say that, Petey,” Harry muttered, “you know, he always liked you, you know.”
“He loved you,” Peter reassured, “just in his way.”
Harry frowned and shook his head. That was a lie and they both knew it.
“I failed him, I could have saved why do I keep failing people? I’m so sorry Peter.”
Peter grabbed his hands.
“Sorry…I should be the one saying sorry,” Peter muttered.
“For what? You are the only one that has always loved me…even when I didn’t deserve it.”
Harry shook his head.
Harry smiled at Peter and combed his hand through his hair.
“I will always have my Peter.”
That same look of guilt appeared on Peter’s face once more.
“Harry, I have something to tell you…”
“And what’s that Peter?”
Before Peter could even open his mouth, sleep completely weighed on him.