Tis' the End, so please PLEASE review, because you know you loved this story.
When Harry arrived home, he found Peter in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Or attempting to.
"Sorry I'm late," Harry said, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.
"S'alright. I'm still finishing. Why don't you go change?"
"Yes Sir," Harry sped out of the kitchen and towards his room. He changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then he returned and sat down at the table. "So I'm really upset with myself, I mean I was horrible, like border line evil, and now you're cooking me dinner…"
"Harry, I wasn't awake for the beat part, I didn't care about the rape part and the only reason I hate being in the cell is because I'd much rather be in your arms. I'm not angry, being here. I'd certainly have liked to see Aunt May and MJ again, but you know, I was kind of tired of having to be the savior, I just wanted to be saved- sometime- and in a weird way- you did that for me, by bringing me here and making me realize my feelings for you."
"It was just a horrible start, the worst, I'd never have seen myself doing something so ugly, I mean, I had to have been really drunk, or just out of it-"
"Just stop making excuses and breathe," Peter said, setting a full plate of food in front of Harry.
"So you forgive me?" Harry sighed, "I wouldn't…"
"As a matter of fact, I forgave you a long time ago; you were just too busy hating yourself to notice."
"So what about New York's precious Spiderman?"
"He's taking a break- to have a life," Peter said, "Maybe not by his choice to begin with, but, by his own choice now."
"I have to prove to you Harry," Peter sat down, "Not everybody leaves."
Now Harry can be happy! Hooray!