In the dining room at Peter's house, both Peter and Yang Bo froze when they heard the conversation at the front door.
An excited Peter immediately jumped to his feet and rushed toward the door, while Yang Bo frowned and drained his soy milk.
Harry's back? Wasn't Peter supposed to go looking for Harry? Why did Harry show up first? This world's plot is such a mess...
If he remembered correctly, he had seen a news report yesterday about Norman Osborn visiting Oscorp. The old man wasn't bedridden yet, which had led him to believe it would be a while before the plot got moving.
But something was clearly wrong now. Harry had returned from overseas and come looking for Peter himself, while his father was still alive and well.
Peter rushed to the door, clearly overwhelmed with excitement, but the moment he saw Harry, his entire body stiffened.
All the countless things he had wanted to say caught in his throat, leaving him with just one sentence.
"Long time no see, Harry."
Harry smiled, a hint of awkwardness on his face as he said softly, "Peter Parker. This all feels like a dream. It's been ten years, hasn't it?"
Peter smiled. "Eight. You were pretty close."
Harry's smile froze for a moment before he said, "You got your braces off. Now there's nothing to distract people from your unibrow, buddy."
Peter froze for a second, then stepped forward and hugged Harry. For a moment, it was as though they had gone back eight years, and the distance time had put between them vanished.
Both their eyes reddened.
Letting go of Harry, Peter broke into a delighted smile and teased, "So, do you blow-dry your hair every morning now?"
Harry shrugged and smiled. "You know, a valet holds the hair