Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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"Hiya Oliver!" Peter cooed, scratching behind both ears of the dog, "You are such a handsome boyy, aren't you?".

"I thought I was the handsome boy?" Harley asked, letting his hands pet down Oliver's back as a habitual motion while Peter gave an in-depth face massage to Oliver.

"Debatable" Peter replied, looking up at Harley, "this dog and mr Walter are adjacently high on the list".

"You wound me so" Harley squatted down next to Peter, tilting his head with a pouty face.

"And I'd do it again" he challenged, raising an arm to make a threatening pose before Oliver's head knocked it back so he could keep getting pet.

"See? Even Oliver agrees with me. You should be nice to me" Harley resumed petting down Oliver's back, who was thoroughly enjoying all of the attention, "you wanna know something nice you can do for me?" He asked, looking down to the furry face of an energetic dog.

"What?"

"Gimmie a smooch"

"In your dreams" Peter rolled his eyes.

"But those are already in my dreams! The real thing is so much better" he whined, standing up and walking further into the house.

Peter released a breath of exasperation with a smile. He was feeling less.. embarrassed about this sort of thing now, but it couldn't be denied that his heart certainly kept up its usual rampant pace of a demonic toddler after having ice cream every time.

Soon enough, Peter reluctantly stood up as well, despite Oliver's loud and lonely protests.

Harley walked comfortably into the living room, plopping down on the couch. When Peter caught up, Harley patted the cushion next to him.

Peter ducked his head down when he joined Harley. Harley's arm lifted and lowered around Peter's shoulders as they shifted into comfortable positions. Peter was pitifully flustered at such a simple action.

He wasn't nearly as cold as before now, after a ten second dog blanket and now laying against the worlds sexiest heater. Did it make sense? No not really, but it was true. He was heating up in every way possible because of it.

"I'm glad I got to meet you, you know" Harley uttered, the hand wrapped around Peter's shoulders finding its way into his hair.

Peter had a moment of pause.

"I'm happier that I got to meet you" he whispered, fumbling with his fingers.

"You really think so?" Harley asked, letting his head fall atop Peter's, "cute, but I know I am,".

"You wish," Peter closed his eyes, tilting his head upwards under the weight of Harley's.

"Wishes come true you know. What proof do you have?" Harley asked.

"For one, you're the first person in months that I've spoken to outside of school that wasn't either, A, a human hole puncher, or B, someone trying to make sure I didn't die every time I sat up" he chuckled, a hint of spite lingering in his voice.

He didn't mind so much the people trying to keep him alive, as all of them were very nice about it and amazing people in his life, but more towards the anger he'd found had begun to form against his aunt.

Harley was quiet for a moment. Of course he had thought about what'd happened to Peter for hours on end, but he had not've really been able to see the effects it would have. It just seemed like something terrible that was over and done, as if it'd happened years ago. Like Peter had time to get over it. Not really a true concept almost.