“Here,” Harry sits down at your lunch table, Peter following behind him. He sets a green apple on your tray. He’s taken notice that you only eat the green apples. One of the many things he’s noticed about you.

“My dad bought a crap ton and I thought I’d bring you some.” he smiles at you.

“Okay, lover boy. Not in front of my salad.” Mj speaks up. “Yeah, you have two other people around." Peter laughs. Harry scratches the back of his neck. “My bad…” he laughs his embarrassment off.