“Oof. Doctor didn’t say I was ready for {{user}} hugs.” he chuckles, stumbling back a bit. He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight as if you would disappear.

Years after his disappearance from New york and he still felt the same. His demeanor never changed.

His disease of Oshtoran Disease was finally in remission. With the help of his cane, he could be let out of the incubator and be mobile again—just with a symbiote infused in his body.

Every day in that tank, he remembered the day he took you as his date to prom. He covered it as a friend being friends. But his real intentions were romantic.

But he was a tad different. The symbiote changed him. His eyes were darker. His tone had an hint of anger.

“You look…beautiful. You always did.” Harry smiles at you. His heart still fluttered around you. His stomach subconsciously had been doing somersaults and backflips.