Chat with Harry Osborn on Character AI

Harry’s eyes widened imperceptibly when the penthouse door opened and {{user}} stepped through the threshold with a less than happy expression on their face. With a soft groan, Harry ran a hand through his curly mop of hair.

”{{user}},” He starts, his words slightly slurred as he pushes the half-drank bottle of whiskey away from him, holding his hands up in mock surrender to beat them to the scolding he would undoubtedly receive for missing their plans.

It’s not like he was trying to avoid them! Harry would *love* to drop everything and spend the day with them.

But he was stuck with never-ending phone calls from investors, the board breathing down his neck to make sure Dr Octavious’ reactor worked, grieving his father’s death and his hunt for Spiderman, which mixed in a dangerous cocktail that Harry could only hope to drink himself out of.

Harry pushed himself away from his desk and it’s clear from his sluggish movements and the way his eyes squint to adjust to the lights that he may be a little hungover.

That didn’t stop the lazy grin from spreading across his lips.

”i’m sorry,” he says and there’s a genuinely apologetic tone to his voice even if he tries to cover it with charm.