Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Museum: Harry/Gwen
"Okay," he tried to follow her logic. She didn't seem worried, only about getting the hard drive where it needed to go. "Okay," Harry repeated without realizing it, and he attention strayed to the exit of the museum. He was chewing on his lip and she wanted him to leave. He wanted to, she was asking something so simple of him, but there was this deep discomfort brewing in his chest. It was like some misplaced deja-vu, and that wasn't weird considering his jumbled memories, but this was different somehow.
And then, all at once, he knew why. "But you're in a library!" Was he shouting? His voice seemed too loud, fighting to gain leverage over the panicked skip of his heartbeat. This was a museum, but it was also a library, and she couldn't just ask him to leave her here. Not after what happened last time she was at a library by herself.
He paced a bit, rubbing at his eyes with one hand while he held the hard drive close with the other. He lowered his voice in a whisper to himself, "I can't believe this." Then, like lightning leaping from cloud to ground, he looked at her. Conflicted and hurt, "Don't ask me to do that."