Second chappie! (Though you should already know that if you are mentally capable off reading this fic.)

Warnings: Still same as last chapter's. Except there's not much swearing in this. Oh wait, there should be one warning given out before you read this chapter. Wait for it... WARNING: VERY SERIOUS CONVERSATION BETWEEN OUR FAVOURITE TWO BESTIES.

Disclaimer: On first chappie so I shall not say more. Same goes to later chapters.

Chapter 2: A Conversation Between the Spawn of Green Goblin and Spiderman

"Hey Pete," Harry spoke quietly into the phone a bit hesitantly, "Can you come over? Now?"

On the other side of the phone Peter stammered a bit at the sudden demand of his presence at the Osborn penthouse before grinning brightly and agreed quickly. "Then I'll see you in twenty, k?" Harry asks, demanded really.

"Should I bring MJ over too?" Peter asks a bit slowly. They're still a bit awkward about Mary Jane after all, and Peter doesn't really want risking his best friend becoming angry at him just when Harry is finally reaching out after his father's death.

There's a long pause of silence during which Peter starts pacing in agitation, is Harry angry? When the answer finally came, Peter is relieved that his friend is not pissed off at him mentioning the girl they both liked. "Umm... No! No. Just get your ass over here ok?" Harry said a bit laughingly, though the laugh seems to sound a bit forced.

"Ok then... are you ok Harry? You sound a bit mad. Like not mad mad, just mad, like crazy mad, I mean you are not crazy, but just then your laugh sounded a bit crazy, not that it means you are crazy-" Peter started rambling and he just knows that his face is now red with effort from trying to get more words out. From the other end of the line, Peter can practically feel the amusement rolling off of his friend in waves.

"I mean do you want to talk about your dad and stuff like that. But you know I'm not good at that kind of stuff. Maybe I should bring MJ? I mean she is much better at this kind of stuff than I am. But you want a private conversation right? Is that why you only invited me and not her? Or is it because you think it might be a bit awkward. But I'm sure we can work it out, I mean-"

"Pete!" Harry is most definitely laughing now, if the sound coming out of Peter's phone is any indication, "Just get your skinny ass over here!"

"Ok ok!"

Fifteen minutes later, Peter parked his motorcycle in front of the huge penthouse in the middle of the city. There he met Harry for the first time since his father's funeral. Peter still remembers the night of Mr Osborn's death in vivid detail. Eyes filled with so much insanity that they seem clouded over, cleared suddenly when the blades from the Green Goblin's glider nailed Norman Osborn's body to a dusty brick wall and the once proud billionaire pleading Peter- 'Peter, don't tell Harry.' Then when Peter had brought back Mr Osborn's body, just as Harry came down and therefore saw them, Harry had shouted in a horrified voice as if seeing a monster for the first time- 'What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?' The younger undead Osborn had picked up a gun and knowing that his best friend is aiming a gun at him and now hates him- well, not him specifically, more like Spiderman- sends shivers of unpleasantness down his spine. And later on at the funeral, when Harry had said that- 'I didn't lose my father. He was stolen from me. Spiderman WILL pay'-Peter had felt a twinge of regret. The pain came when Harry had said that Peter is a great friend, now Harry's only family, and knowing that he will never be able to tell Harry that Peter himself is Spiderman out of his own cowardliness brought discomfort upon him.

"Hey Pete," Harry greeted him tiredly. Peter could see dark circles under Harry's eyes. Harry must have not slept well recently then, though at least he looked much more healthier the last time Peter saw him.

"Hey," Peter greeted him happily and smiled slightly awkwardly at him. The smile dropped a bit when Harry just continued staring at him with a slightly weird expression on his face.

After a minute, Harry seemed to snap out of whatever he fell into and hurriedly stepped aside. "So yeah! Come on in. Make yourself at home and stuff like that I suppose," he waved a hand slightly lazily at the direction of the penthouse and followed Peter in once he closed the door. As the door thumped close, Peter felt as if something is about to happen, and that it will not be something Peter will enjoy.

"So... are you ok?" 'Wow, Peter. Smooth. His dad died two weeks ago. Do you honestly think the poor guy will be ok?' 'Shut up.' And now Peter is starting to talk to himself. Should he be worried about becoming mentally ill? Maybe having the Daily Bugle calling him a menace to society is finally driving Peter around the bend.

"Yeah? Maybe," Harry sat down on one of the couches and patted the space next to him. Peter sat down quietly on the edge and started fiddling with his shirt hem.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Peter asks finally, unable to continue on with the tension filling the room.

"Just sit there and let me think for a bit Pete, please?" Harry muttered out with a vacant look in his eyes. Peter grew even more uncomfortable with that comment.

"Oh okay," Peter doesn't feel really good right now, but what can he do?

"I don't hate you, you know," Harry said suddenly. Mentally, Harry winced. 'Wow, Harry. Who says that to their best friend? You totally screwed up this conversation and now you have to clean up the mess.' 'Shut up.'

"Wha- What?" Peter felt dread piling in him. He knew he should have trusted his gut and never came to the house.

"I know you are Spiderman, Pete," at that Peter grew even more pale, "BUT...I just wanted to tell you I don't hate you."

Peter smiled slightly in relief. "Really?" Looks like he's not going to lose his best (and only) friend after all.

"Yeah, really Pete. I could never hate you."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me." Peter is mentally whooping and dancing now. His largest dirtiest secret is out and Harry doesn't hate him!

"Doesn't mean I'm not angry at you for not telling me that you are the amazing Spiderman, New York's vigilante extraordinaire," Harry joked slightly. The tense atmosphere seems to have dissipated slightly, though not entirely.

"Oh, okay. What should I tell you then?" Peter asks a bit hesitantly.

"Lets start with my dad's death then, shall we?" 'Damn you god.' Peter thought unhappily.

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