My dad was working on a project to try and help Harry's dad. He was sick, and they were experimenting with spiders. My dad tried it on himself, so I guess that's why it worked on me. [The spider bite, he means. It didn't kill him, and it didn't mutate him like Connors or the lab rat, and he'd always wondered about that. Now he knows.]
They didn't want to leave.
[Which he'd always wondered about, and the relief there is evident, even under the grief. Peter had always wondered what he did wrong, why they'd left, and know he knows, and that at least is marginally comforting.
Except for the obvious, anyway.]
Harry- I think Harry's dad had them killed?
[There's no proof, but Peter's not an idiot. He can connect the dots.
He wipes at his face again, still trying to hold himself together enough to finish the explanation.]
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They didn't want to leave.
[Which he'd always wondered about, and the relief there is evident, even under the grief. Peter had always wondered what he did wrong, why they'd left, and know he knows, and that at least is marginally comforting.
Except for the obvious, anyway.]
Harry- I think Harry's dad had them killed?
[There's no proof, but Peter's not an idiot. He can connect the dots.
He wipes at his face again, still trying to hold himself together enough to finish the explanation.]
They left me at home so I'd be safe.