[Peter at best manages a few steps further, just looking at everything. He exhales slowly, tipping his head back as he listens to the sounds of Queens. It feels alive, eletric with activity. He can hear people going about their lives in the neighborhood.

If he pretends, if he just pretends...

Then Norman speaks, breaking the silence between them. The teenager turns back to the man. Peter doesn't interrupt, just soaking in Norman's words.]

I wish you had told me sooner. [It's an echo of words said to Otto. Not exact, but a simple enough statement. He does wish it had come before the goblin appeared, so the goblin hadn't been armed with so many secrets. So, he hadn't been able to hurt Otto and everyone else so badly.

Peter wishes none of it had happened, but wishes don't really mean much here and now.

What would May want? That's a question Peter ask himself. May never held a grudge, even when it was seemingly deserved. Peter never really could either. Like mother like son]

There is... a part of me that won't forgive you, not for a long time. May is- May shouldn't have died. I don't want to believe it. I'd rather be dead, it should have been me, not her.

I know- I know Goblin isn't you, but this is... so much. I'm so tired of everything being torn away from me as soon as I feel okay or safe.

[He rubs at his eyes a little, unable to keep tears from stinging at his eyes. He hesitates before placing his hand over the top of Norman's own.]

I still love you too. That hasn't changed. It's why I even- I even wanted to celebrate father's day with you.