@greengoblinprince
‘---hey harry! hey, you home? i got the eggs and butter, but uh--- the butter’s kinda squished and the eggs are... mostly cracked. it’s a long story. but i think we can still make brownies, y’know, so long as... we only need two eggs.’ peter pauses, listening for any sound in the apartment, and when he hears none his eyebrows furrow together. ‘harry?’ he sets his bookbag on the kitchen counter, pulls the eggs and butter out to put them in the fridge, then turns to head toward harry’s bedroom. when he sees him behind the cracked door, his expression goes soft and his lips twitch upward into an almost worried smile. ‘hey, man. what’s up? did you hear me come in?’














