Re: Log, ex-pizza party: Peter P & MJ W
[So, Peter didn't like leaving Gwen in the basement with Harry. Sure, the door was reinforced and once he thought about it he realized that she probably wouldn't actually go in there, but still, the way Harry had lost it so quickly worried him. He didn't like it, but hey, she had Jason now. The new boyfriend. (And maybe he'd stop making faces like he'd just tasted something sour whenever he told himself that.) But, anyway, MJ was upset. He couldn't just let her storm off while she was all worked up and not go after her. He and Gwen, they were used to this. They knew what was going on. But MJ, MJ just got here, and Pete had a feeling where she'd come from wasn't half as complicated as it was here.
He closed the door behind him, quietly, and as soon as she turned to face him he could tell the redhead had been crying. Was crying. And of course, when she reached for him, he was there. That was him; Peter Parker, best friend and offerer of comfort. His arms went around her as she tucked herself against him, close, and he rubbed her shoulders in an effort to make her feel better.
Yeah, MJ's voice was muffled, but he could hear her. And for a long, long moment he wasn't sure how to explain, but he had to try.] Well, see... his father died. Mr. Osborn. And Harry took it pretty bad. So he... injected himself with this serum. It made him stronger, but... it kind of made him insane, too, and he did some things he never would've done if he'd been himself. And now? I think he's going into some kind of withdrawal. [It was a simplified version, maybe, but it covered all the important points.] But don't worry. Gwen, she's working on an antidote. Harry'll be okay.