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[elevating]

Peter. [ Harry barely even moves a muscle at the sudden intrusion. It's as if he's been expecting him. Or hoping for him to show up. For someone to give a damn. It's been a long time since anyone cared. Really cared.

He takes another drink before turning on his heels to face his old pal. The movement's a little careless, more than a little risky considering where he's standing, but he's past caring about his own safety. He's facing something far worse than a quick death after all. This disease is worming its way under his skin -- inch by tiny inch, and he lies awake every night haunted by the image of his father lying in his deathbed. He knows what's coming for him and it's torture. ]

Just the man I needed to see. [ Needed. Because he needs Peter now more than ever. It used to be that he could still carelessly want for things. Now it's all need, need, need. If he sounds desperate it's because he is. He's literally hanging off the edge. His life is slipping out of control.

The serious look on Peter's face makes him smile a little... with affection, with amusement, with barely concealed relief. ]

What's wrong, buddy?

[saved]

( peter reaches out with those reflexes, gripping hold of harry's arm before he can topple right off the other side of the roof. his grip tightens on harry, and peter just shakes his head slightly with a slow smile pulling across his face even though there's no hiding the worry in his expression. the dark brown of his eyes somehow darken with it as he keeps a constant eye on harry, looking to remove the bottle from his hand if he can. )

Oh, y'know. You're just standing on the edge of the roof looking like you're gonna take a dive, and I don't see a parachute on ya.

( he gives harry a tug back on to the roof where he can have his feet on solid ground again. peter takes a step back, swallows, but keeps a hold of his friend. his gaze darts over the side of the roof and then back to harry. )

What'd you need me for? Cause if you wanted me to go too, I gotta tell you... I'm gonna need a bungee chord at least.

[elevating]

[ Harry lets out a slight chuckle at the thought of him ending his life so dramatically. As if he deserves it. No. He deserves to be punished. Maybe if he had been adamant about returning to New York, if he hadn't allowed his father to push him away, things would be different. Maybe if he'd been a better son. Maybe if he'd been better at his studies. Maybe if he hadn't spent the past summer after school traveling around Europe. He'd let Norman down and now it's too late. He'd been too wrapped up in his own hurt, in his own pain, in his own selfishness, that he'd failed to be there... to do something. Anything.

And now here he is. Caught up in the same troubles. His father had left him with his life's work and he can't even figure out how the damn device works. Harry's laughing even more now. He can't help it. ]

This. [ He digs into his jacket pocket and pulls the tiny cube out, holding it up, attempting to control the shaking of his hand, but it's useless. It's worse now than it was yesterday. He presses the device to Peter's jacket. ] He left me with this. [ Is it going to be as pointless to him as it had been for Norman now that he's stuck here in Wonderland? No way of accessing that research. No way of curing this disease. ]

It's all I have, Pete. It's all I have. [ He turns his gaze to the ground and takes a shaky breath to calm himself before he takes a step back so he can drown himself in more alcohol because that's always helped. It's the new Osborn way. Whatever can't be dealt with, just drink it all away. ]

[saved]

( peter stills abruptly as harry pushes the device against him, and he lifts his hand up to clutch hold of it there. his fingertips press into it. it's been- the last time he remembers someone looking at him this desperately, grasping for help, needing him when they were on their last rope: it was dr. connors in the sewers, fighting against being turned into the lizard, wanting it and fearing it and hating it and needing it.

and peter put it in his hands when his father wanted it buried. he shoved it over to him to try to understand what was happening to him, what peter made happen. he orchestrated it all.

his eyes burn as he stares down at the device in his hand, and he swallows, wondering if he'll be able to work it out, figure it out. there are scientists here. there are smart people. he can give up a memory to get something that can read this.

harry's words ringing through his head, through the area. it feels like a very long time ago that they were children without a care in the world, and now harry's shaking, desperate, afraid. he grips hold of his arm, and he is silent for too long, for far too long. the words escape him quiet in a near whisper but the sheer desperation and need for it to be true-

peter will make it true. )

We'll find a way.

[elevating]

[ The worst thing he thought he ever had to deal with was never being good enough in his father's eyes. He didn't think he'd had to deal with this. Harry looks back at Peter, wishing more than anything that they'll be able to find a way. A part of him is thinking that he shouldn't burden his old friend with what he feels is his problem and his problem alone, but he feels buried under it. Sometimes it gets hard to even breathe. ]

I don't know if we can. [ It's not like they have any of Oscorp's research here. Certainly none of their technology and nothing from the labs. All he has is some information locked up in a device which is likely going to be useless. ] Norman Osborn was a genius and he couldn't do it. Couldn't figure it out. Couldn't save himself. [ He clenches his hand into a fist, digging his fingernails into his palm, trying to stop the shaking. ]

... Retroviral Hypodysplasia. [ He lets out a grin, attempting to put on a brave face -- though it's easy to see that he's frightened. ] Dude. You ever even heard of that before? [ Because he hasn't. He's not even sure what kind of medication he's supposed to be on right now. If there's even anything he can do to stop its progress. Good ol' dad hadn't left him with a list of what to expect and he's not sure if that's a blessing or if he's just screwed. All he knows is that the pain comes and goes. ] It's incurable. That's what we know. [ He looks at the device in Peter's hand. ] His life's work. All of it. And that's all we know for sure. [ He smiles, and for a moment, it's almost like he's okay with the fact that he's going to die, but then the smile disappears only to be replaced with a look of pure anguish. ]

I don't want to end up like my father, Peter. I can't... [ Harry doesn't expect Peter to come up with a solution to his problem. He realizes that he only needs to vent his frustrations. He's just had too much to drink. That's all this is. ]

[saved]

( He shakes his head. He's never heard of it before. Peter's interest never went into major diseases anyway. He mostly chased after his father's goals to try to track him down, and then he- he was more into engineering side of it all. He likes to build, always has. )

Hey, hey, hey, listen to me, listen... we can.

We can. ( Peter reaches out to grab hold of him, and his grip on Harry tightens to a point that might actually be painful, but the overwhelming swell of responsibility nearly crashes into him. Oscorp. He could have done more digging. Is that why they needed the research with the lizard so badly that they were willing to do whatever it took to get it? The man ended up dead, but he's certain Oscorp got a hold of it. They got a hold of what his father was trying to keep secret, and he still doesn't know why except for what happened to Dr. Connors when he had that completed formula and tested it on himself. )

We're not back there anymore. We're in a place with magic, with scientists who know more than the ones at home.

Anything's possible here.

[elevating]

[ Peter's optimism is a little infectious. Or maybe he's just desperate enough to believe in anything. Even in magic. Hell, he's still not sure how this whole place operates. It's ridiculous. Like New York and all that giant lizard stuff. ]

Anything's possible... [ He lets out a nod, thinking that Peter would know. He's been here for far longer. Who cares that even if they find a cure that he might get thrown back home and have to face dying all over again? He wants to just stop freaking out about this right now so he'll let Peter tell him what he needs to hear. ]

Yeah. I'll just... give you samples of my blood, and you can hand it out to your science buddies and it'll be a done deal, right? [ Peter's grip on him is kind of hurting him, but it's also numbing the other pain, so he allows it. ] I mean. I don't have anything to offer, but... maybe they'll just do me the favor, right? [ That doesn't seem at all realistic to him. ]

... Like they've got nothing better to do with their goddamn lives. [ He chuckles, finding it amusing. Well, there goes that shred of optimism he was trying to hold on to. ] Pete, I don't own a single fucking thing here. No one is going to help me.