Some desperate part of him thinks if I just hadn't come-- because obviously then Peter wouldn't have told him, like, ever, if he couldn't tell him today, and then he wouldn't have to know, and this would never happen, and it could just be. Fine.

That is how approximately nothing in the world works. Harry shoves the glasses somewhere at the vague vicinity of Peter's chest, after trying to wipe his face and discovering they were still there. He hasn't quite worked his way back up to objecting to how close to him Peter is, but it's probably coming. Spider-man doesn't give people hope. Peter took hope away from him. Peter with his kindness that has to be a lie, now, because it was all a lie and Harry is still crying with the full-body force of a newborn to whom literally every discomfort is the actual worst thing in the world.

It isn't the sort of thing people are supposed to witness other people doing.

"I'm gonna die and it's gonna be your fault."

and the worst part is how quiet he says it, how utterly sure of it he is.