Was it... was it something he had done wrong? Harry didn't really understand. His relationships with Peter and Gwen were some of the only bright spots in his life. How had he let that slip away to the point that he and Peter didn't even talk anymore? This version of Peter didn't even know what he was up to these days. What had Harry done that made his best friend in the world decide they wanted nothing to do with him?
He shook his head at the mention of his own Peter, honestly feeling like he wanted to tear up just at the thought. That death was hard on him, it had led to a series of bad choices that he was still paying for back home. "My Peter's dead." He said softly, avoiding looking up at the older version. "He died while we were still in high school." And Harry had blamed the wrong person for it. Had gone as far as to try and kill the last friend he had left.