Who: Peter and Harry What: an awkward reunion When: after his post. Where: A coffee shop, that serves coffee! Warnings: TBA, angst?
They could go to a coffee shop because they had coffee. What was he thinking? Honestly? He didn't even know anymore. All this was so overwhelming. Harry was supposed to be dead. Took the spear end of a glider meant for him. Not that he wasn't thrilled he wasn't dead. He was scared. He didn't know how to react or what to say. So he just waited like he said he would. Staring at a cup of coffee that was quickly cooling. He hadn't touched it. Harry's funeral was rough. Every minute of it killed a little piece of him, and when they finally buried him underground they buried a part of Peter Parker along with it.
Now he was alive. Wanting to meet. Peter could barely breathe. Was it going to be some kind of cruel trick in the end? Maybe he was imagining this whole thing. Seeing what he wanted to see. His mind was playing tricks with him. He remembered a lecture about that when he went to college. About trauma. Had he been so traumatized by the loss of his best friend that his mind created this fantasy world? That was more logical. He remembered hours after the funeral he kept expecting to see Harry hell even Gobby appearing out of nowhere to shriek that horrible laugh and tell him it was all a cruel joke. Peter was pale. Even started to have his doubts that Harry would show and any minute now he'd wake up from this nightmare.