Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in repose,
Re: Log: Harry's House, Marta/Harry
It was true that even among the other houses that spotted the shores of Repose's serene lake, Harry's still seemed to stand out. The architecture was different, and the many pools on the property felt out of place so near fresh water. Even the bricks of the circular driveway were pristine, the grout that held them together was impossibly fucking white, and Harry had to wonder if his father had had this place built rather than bought. Or he'd bought some other house and bulldozed it to make room for something fresh to lock his misbehaving heir inside. The irony wasn't lost on Harry, with all of the antique furniture, the strange juxtaposition of old and brand spanking new. It was probably tacky to some extent, but Harry wasn't familiar enough with architecture and design to know for sure, or really fucking care either way. The only sense Harry had when it came to style was the ingrained ability to pick out a proper suit for any occasion. It was nice to be good at something while failing at everything else in spectacular fashion.
It wasn't Marta's fault that she was shorter, even if she always had been according to his memory. Harry had managed to grow a few more inches since high school, making his way to barely an inch past six feet. His shoulders had gotten a little wider, his arms longer, each of those aspects evident when Harry wrapped his friend in a hug. Too many years of poor nutrition and a complete lack of self-care hadn't assisted in filling him out with meat or muscle like her brother, but he also was no longer overdosed bones and sinew like when he'd gone to the hospital on Halloween. Not that Harry remembered much of a difference now.
"Yeah well, it had your name all over it when I saw it. I don't even have a personal shopper or anything, so you know it is special because I really picked it out. And hey, I liked what you got me too. I've got the bottles in the kitchen, we should crack one of them open." A smile, a real one. "Or both. How's your tolerance these days?"