Nine Years and Six Months Later
34 year old Harry is brooding over another failed relationship after a month of dating. After 45 minutes of wallowing in misery, he decides to call his closest friend in the whole entire world.
"Harry?" Peter says, panting after his personal rendezvous with a random hookup.
"Hey, Pete."
"How are you doing?"
"I've just been dumped, for the umpteenth time." Sighed Harry.
"I'll be there in 20 minutes." Responded Peter.
"Great."
30 Minutes Later
Both Peter and Harry are eating cognac infused strawberries that have been covered in chocolate.
"Since when did you start fucking Martha Stewart? This is some good shit, Mr. Osborn!" Exclaimed Peter, which caused Harry to roll his eyes, with a small smile on his face.
"Pete, I don't know what to do. I'm sick of chasing men, only to get my heart broken, time and time again. It's so damn frustrating finding my heart in pieces in the grass all the time."
Peter thinks for a moment.
"Harry, there's nothing wrong with dating and wanting something worthwhile. Although I think you're looking in the wrong places for love, I believe that you're not going to be single much longer. You're one person that everyone would like to have in the long run, and anyone who says otherwise, can come find me, in Queens Village, living next door to his Aunt May."
"Thanks, Pete. How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?" Harry asks with a smile on his face.
"I haven't the slightest clue, but I'm happy that you're not wallowing in depression anymore, Har."
"It's because you're here." Harry says, leaning in to kiss Peter.