"Yeah, it'd have been one thing if maybe the Spider sense had given me a bit of warning." Though it didn't work like that he knew. But still, the thought was a nice one to have, Spider sense warning of long dead friends who you hadn't been able to save. "Instead it was a snowball, which was - not terrible." He admitted, it had reminded him of easier times. When a snowball thrown at him by Harry was exactly the sort of thing he'd have loved. "He just looks, so much like the Harry I knew." Familiar in ways that ached, but different enough that Peter didn't know how exactly to react to him either.
At least Gwen got it, she knew Harry too, and well - she just got it. The way she did all the other spider things.
Peter nodded grimly, "He mentioned that to me too, and I just - it makes me think of my Harry, and his glider and those last weeks when everything fell apart." He felt such a profound sense of failure over it that he didn't know what to do with it. Maybe it had been talking with the younger Peter that had done it, reminding him of all the times things hadn't gone the way he'd wanted to, all the losses he'd had since he started this. Maybe it was just seeing Harry so young and eager to smile and tease with him. He didn't know, but he knew that it was something all welled up inside of him. "He's so much like the Harry I knew."