Peter isn't planning on staying out here for long -- just a few seconds, to enjoy it -- but he isn't immune, though, to the noise of Harry's hands slamming into railing. Splintering.
A third thread of biocable tugs him back over, cutting off enough to land heavy (and a little out of practice) some several feet away. He's already concerned, like maybe something's wrong, medically, like maybe it was a bad idea, maybe he--
"Harry?"
His gaze drops towards where crushed plastic and glass is smashed between hand and railing, concern derailed with confusion and that pang of oh over his stupid glasses getting broken. By accident. Or. What. He steps nearer.
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Peter isn't planning on staying out here for long -- just a few seconds, to enjoy it -- but he isn't immune, though, to the noise of Harry's hands slamming into railing. Splintering.
A third thread of biocable tugs him back over, cutting off enough to land heavy (and a little out of practice) some several feet away. He's already concerned, like maybe something's wrong, medically, like maybe it was a bad idea, maybe he--
"Harry?"
His gaze drops towards where crushed plastic and glass is smashed between hand and railing, concern derailed with confusion and that pang of oh over his stupid glasses getting broken. By accident. Or. What. He steps nearer.