In the Osborn mansion, just off Park, a figure trudged up the steps, head hung low.
Harry Osborn tiptoed up the stairs of the townhouse. He walked toward the end of a long, long dark hallway, where a light was on.
From the room at the end of the hall, he heard an angry muttering, but he couldn't make out any of the words.
"Dad?" Harry said.
Norman Osborn, dressed in normal clothes, stepped into the hallway, startled. They talked, from this great distance. Osborn was just a dark shadow.
"Reiko says Kuri is in love with Peter." Harry laughed, a hollow sound. "He finally gets the girl; and I can't seem to make my relationships work."
"Peter... Parker?" Norman said.
He took a few steps forward, closer in this long hallway.
"And does he... love her as well?" Norman said.
"Are you kidding? He tries to deny it, but he's been in love with her since he was twelve years old." Harry said.
"Reeeeeally. What a... tangled web." Norman said.
Harry covered his face with one hand, to cover his shame, to hide the fact that he had begun to sob.
"I'm sorry. You must think I'm so weak. Oh God, Dad, you hate me...I know you hate me." Harry said.
"Harry... no, Harry, you mustn't say that, you mustn't ever say that. Whatever's happened with us in the past, it doesn't matter. I love you. I love you and I'll do anything I can to help you." Norman said.
Finally, he stepped into a pool of light right in front of his son.
"What kind of dad do you think I am?" Norman said sincerely.