Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen
With a young heart and an often confused mind, Harry was actually glad that Gwen didn't ask the tough questions. Whys and Wheres and Hows? He wouldn't have known what to tell her anyway, half of his more recent memories felt like nothing more than vivid hallucinations. But for once, he didn't feel like the only one who was halfway in the dark. Even if the solidarity was only imagined, it relaxed him visibly. Even more so than whatever had blown his pupils wide and dark.
He took the hard drive from her and turned it over in his hand. "Whats on it? Or is it one of those things were if you tell me, you'll have to kill me?"