Peter was at a loss for words. He never saw the strong and mighty Harry Osborne so weak and fragile. All Peter could do was nod and smile when Lexi said something. Before seeing him he wanted to punch him, again and again for putting Lexi through so much. She nearly died because of him... But now he just didn't know what to do.

Harry took the gifts. "Gifts too? awh man..." He said with a smile, taking them gently. He opened them, a smile spreading across his face. He looked at the book, then laughed at the t-shirt, giving a large cough afterwards though. Peter's first words were "Welcome back to New York."

Harry looked at them shaking his head. "I... I don't know what to say... Thank you." Harry said, his smile larger now that he had these gifts from people he thought would hate them.

"So... How're you holding up man?" Peter asked quietly, looking up for a second to meet his eyes, then down at his legs. Harry gave a small inhale of breath. "They thought I wouldn't make it... after what... happened, I was put here. Barely breathing, didn't eat for days, didn't even wake up. When I did though, I was told that whatever that disease I had, was gone..." He gave a smile, tears in his eyes. "I'm going to live. But I have to stay here, i'm still pretty beaten up after v-that stuff took control..." He trailed off, a tear rolling down his face.

Peter got up, and took his hand in a shake, looking at him. "We'll visit more often. We're here for you... But for now, you need rest." Peter said with a nod. It took a lot of him to say that. After all that's happened... But this was the real Harry. Not that creature he turned to. and if he was going to be a hero, he had to try and learn to forgive...

Peter and Lexi stood to get up, and just as Peter was about to leave out the door, he was stopped. "Hey, Pete... Can I have a second?" Peter looked at Lexi, giving a nod of assurance. "I'll be right out..." Peter said, a smile on his lips as he closed the door after her. He turned to Harry, his hands in his pockets. "what's up?" Peter asked.

"How many did I...." Harry's voice was broken, his eyes filled with tears. Peter looked up at him. "[I]it[/I] killed a lot of people... The creature. Not you." Harry nodded, biting his lip. "I remember what I did to Lexi... Is she alright?"

Peter didn't reply instantly. his anger started to rise. "You almost killed her." Peter said bluntly, staring at him. "I understand it wasn't you. I understand you were scared, and desperate. But I want to make something very clear. I don't want you anywhere near Lex when i'm not around. If you touch her, or hurt so much as her pinky finger, I will make sure I will do a hell of a lot more to you." Peter walked up to the side of his bed, his eyes glaring at him, his finger shaking at him. Harry gave a grim nod. "I never meant to..." He said softly.

Peter Parker simply stared at him for a few more seconds, then sighed. "See you later Harry." And with that, he walked out the room.