We Were Born Sick
There are people who know everything about you that are you and one of those sorts of people that Peter has was named Harry Osborn. Wacky science experiments with anything and almost everything they get their hands on (one time, Peter was crazy enough to use one his creations on street cats and dogs. Poor creatures), video games with the best tech offered by OsCorp, dramatic comedy skits about bad parents and even inane, breathtakingly lazy stone skipping were their activities to the point Harry was basically living in the Parkers' house with how much he spends his time there.
Which is why he knew something was off immediately.
"Pete, you're eyes aren't seagreen anymore."
"Your Dad throws you into a boarding school in England and seperates us for five years and I wanna hear everything about your life there and if you were happy there and if you're happier here and that's your response?" Peter finally took another breath and tossed his head back in laughter. "God, I miss you, Har."
Harry smirked. "Didn't peg you to like contacts. Always thought you'd go glasses."
"I don't rock it like you do at Vanity Issue 9. That optical instrument only enhanced my nerdiness." Peter pointed to himself. "This is actually the result of years of vit A fruit juice."
"BS."