Truthfully, Harry didn't know what to say any more than Spider-Man did. That it wasn't that big of a deal? That there was nothing to worry about -- or something to worry about, but a different something that they weren't going to get into? That sometimes people just weren't okay, and there was nothing to be done about it? That it was nice that somebody cared, even if they were pissing him off and treading into territory that was clearly none of their business? That if he'd meant so much to Peter, maybe-- but that wasn't fair.
"If this whole thing was just an excuse to hug me, you could have asked on the ground. Saved us this whole trip." Harry offered him a thin smile before taking his gloved hand. It was a joke, but the whole thing seemed so straightforwardly ridiculous that it might have been a genuine possibility. "I'm very accommodating. You can ask Peter... Or, don't ask Peter. Because then you'd -- you know. Have to tell Peter where you ran into me, and I'd rather he didn't... think differently of me."