Re: Log: Harry's House, Marta/Harry
Marta didn't have the eye for art or architecture that it would take to properly analyze Harry's house, either - she could define "expensive" and "big" and "different" (at least from what she'd already known), but there it stopped. She didn't know that it was too new or too much a combination of antiques and modern. She didn't know that it wasn't particularly to Harry's tastes, or that it was meant to be a sort of prison for him, created by his father (no matter what Felicity had said about kidnapping and being kept hidden). Maybe the knowledge would come later, but for the moment it was lacking.
She probably should have expected that Harry would've put on at least a little more height since high school. It seemed like most people (other than her) did. She was still the same height she'd been then, and out of her heels she'd be just shy of a foot shorter than him. Her shoes made up a little of the difference, but not enough for her to come anywhere close to his height when he stood from the desk and crossed over to her. She didn't particularly care though, not when he (a bit to her surprise) wrapped long arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Other than Flash and Reaper when she was recovering from Halloween, no one had just hugged her in a very long time. She probably should have been embarrassed by the way her body just sank into it, leaned against him, her arms coming up to slip around him beneath his dinner jacket, her own jacket a little stiff from the outside chill and her finger icy through his shirt where they rested on his back. She clung just a little, held on for too long for it to be just a simple hug - but she pulled away quick enough when she realized how hard she was holding on. She didn't apologize, but her embarrassed expression said enough.
"Fuck." It was soft at first, a reaction to herself, but she moved on quick enough that it almost seemed like part of her next thought. "If you think shit like this has my name on it, you can buy it for me anytime." She'd pulled up a smile that she angled up at him, a tease about buying her gifts because she would never expect him to get her anything, really. It was easier to move on when he gave her a smile of his own, making things feel familiar and real. "There's a reason I got you two, you know," she said in response to the question about her tolerance, her smile shifting into a smirk. "But I was promised dinner first, Harry Ryan. And I'm pretty sure you can afford to feed a girl before getting her shitfaced." She tilted her head a bit, indicating the house around them, and she finally unzipped her jacket - an indication that yes, she was going to stick around for a while.