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Very AU, slashy-goodness, and unbetaed.

Set after Spiderman 3. Harry didn't die, but is still in the hospital. Peter realized something up in that building that night, though, and is visiting Harry to finally get it off his chest.

"Hey Pete!"

"Hey Harry, how is everything? Did they get the meds fixed yet?" Peter asked, pulling a chair up as Harry turned the TV down.

"Oh, yeah. I just had a bad reaction to the codeine. But forget that, what's going on with MJ and you? She was here only half an hour or so ago, said you two decided you weren't 'feeling it' anymore?"

"Uh... yeah. We just don't fit together right anymore. There's too much between us, we're just not compatible. As friends, yeah, but anything else would be a mess in the end. But listen Harry, there's something... something I need to talk to you about. I'm worried how you'll take it though. It's kind of random."

"Just go for it."

"How come, besides MJ, you never had a girlfriend?"

"Never found a girl I felt was worthwhile, I guess. Why?"

"No reason... just..."

"Peter, just spit out what you're getting to."

"Well, um... did you ever think there was a guy that was worthwhile?"

"..."

"Nevermind. That was a dumb question. None of my business. I just thought maybe that was... well, neverm-"

"Yes."

"..."

"Don't look so surprised, Pete. It's not a big deal now days, is it? Unless you have a problem with... well, with that?"

"NO, no, not a bit. I think it's great!"

"Okay then, good..."

"Yeah..."

"Hey Pete, you mind putting the head of the bed up. The side button is broken." Harry said, adjusting his back and grimacing.

"Sure... is that good?" Peter said, stretched across the head of the bed to a back control.

"It's great" Harry said softly, and as Peter moved to slide back and sit down, he grabbed his arm and pulled his head down to his, face to face.

Breathing stilled, and both sets of eyes met with a question.

And as their lips brushed, it was answered.