[Ryan Manor: Gwen, Perry, Harry]
When people asked Perry how he was, he said he was doing fine, and that his Aunt was doing okay too, but neither of those things were true. Only one or two people asked (at the grocery store, mostly, or MJ when she texted) so it didn't feel like that bad of a lie. The thing was, all the little lies didn't add up to anything, and he almost missed the times when he lied about important stuff. At least then, he'd been helping people. Right now he was a glorified chauffeur, and as worried as he was about his aunt, he felt like he wasn't really doing anything to help her.
That was how he felt about Guinevere too, the girl that everyone kept calling Gwen. He supposed that now it was a safety thing, that Gwen was protecting her clone from the dead (it felt stupid when you thought about it like that, but nice, too), maybe now they expected him to call her Gwen too. He could do that. She wasn't... she wasn't the Gwen.
And how much help had he been to Harry? Zip.
It was the wrong attitude, he knew. He went around and tried to take some pictures to pay the increasingly large pharma bills, but it wasn't quite enough he should have been trying to corner people for interviews. He was trying not to think about Maybe advertising more the delivery service, maybe deliver other things like food--but he wasn't. What he was doing - feeling sorry for himself - wasn't as productive, but at least he knew he was good at it.
Now he was coming to see (not-the-)Gwen and Harry. Maybe just him being there would be okay. He hunched a little deeper in his jacket, and smiled at Guinevere when he heard her boots on the ground. The Ravenclaw, was another way he thought of her. New memories were probably good, right? "Hi." With his one hand he waved, and with the other he knocked on the echoing door. Thud thud thud.