Peter frowned behind the mask, seeing the obvious relief on Harry's face. He was seriously worried about getting locked up - well, he was flying around in a Goblin suit. If Peter hadn't stopped to chew him out he probably would have just webbed him and turned him in.

"Good. We should stop the human experiments." Good to know Harry hadn't reached his previous level of desperation when he was hiding it from Peter. Which they would so be having words about, come on, dude.

Peter wasn't sure how to get Harry to trust him, besides revealing himself. Which wasn't really an option, at the moment. But Harry had a hard enough time letting Peter-as-Peter help, so he expected a bit of convincing to be due. "First of all, I really don't. If there's a maniac running around Queens, he's already made himself my problem, even if he's only going after one person. If I can help one person, it's worth it." Especially if it's Harry.

"I couldn't help your father," Peter said quietly, the tension in his shoulders bleeding away. "Let me help you, Harry. No offense but uh - I could help you train."