"I don't want to tell Peter." God, even as he said it, Parker realised the kind of pit he was digging himself into. He did not know the first thing about lies and manipulation, and he didn't like the idea of dragging out the duel-identity thing any more than he had to. Not telling Osborn that he was Spider-Man was one thing, but knowing something like this and having to pretend he didn't? That sat in his stomach like a bad oyster.
Not that he'd eaten a lot of oysters in his day. Or ever, actually. They were expensive and he didn't understand how they could be delicious when they looked like what would happen if someone jelly-filled a rock.
"I can't condone what you're doing out here, Harry, it's part of the superhero hand book, but the drugs -- I mean that's not what -- what bothers me the most. I mean, these are not nice neighbourhoods, Harry, and there are not nice people in them that might try to hurt you just because they know who you are, or because they think they might be able to get something out of you."