Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen
He'd taken a shower to eradicate the memories that came along with a night of clubbing. The alcohol and molly had worn off long before dawn, and the hot water felt like being exposed to crafty little knives. He made the shower a quick one, scrubbing confetti out of his hair and traces of somebody else's body glitter off his skin. The shower gave him time to think about Gwen's phone call and the reciprocation of getting involved. He wasn't worried about his own safety or anything, and was really more curious about the manner in which she'd aged down. Obviously, he'd been through something similar. But not only that… Harry wouldn't help but want to think that she might not have been the new not-Gwen. Maybe she was old-Gwen again.
Harry got dressed quickly after that. Sobered, and that wouldn't do, so he smoked some wax while his driver readied the car. It helped with not thinking too much about whether or not he'd let her "be" Gwen when he saw her.
True to his word, Harry walked into the library on the back end of his quoted hour. With him, a pair of frozen frappes with mountains of whipped cream and extra caramel on the summit, as requested. It took a bit of navigation to find her, but he was a little stoned, so all in all, the timing was impressive. He thought so. Eventually spotting where she was, hugging her bag, Harry got close.
"This has to be one of the nerdiest hideouts in existence." He pushed one of the drinks at her and sipped the other, already forgetting what he'd been so worried about. She looked just like he remembered.