Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[There was a difference in his reaction to her, that was true. He was the same Harry, he wasn't a clone or anything, but he knew things that his younger self hadn't. It was a knowledge that came the hard way, one earned through experience, through so much loss and first-hand pain. Now that Harry was just that little bit older, he had vivid recall of his father's death, of MJ's, of Gwen's horrible roof-drop memories. And that wasn't even counting all of the Peters that came and went like a revolving door whose sole purpose was to break his heart each and every fucking time. Maybe he'd always been selfish, but it hurt to be the last one standing. The least deserving one to be here, and he was still here. Gwen was too, but she'd lost a lot too. And anyway, she was one of the good guys in the end, she was probably supposed to be here. She had purpose.
In the end, Harry let go. He didn't move away from her, but he let his hands fall away from her, and his arms went slack as he drew a breath like the inflation of his lungs could remind him to think of things in this moment and not all the thousands of moments before.]
You always look good in skirts. Light colors. No jeans. [He made a face. Even though he was wearing jeans in the moment, they were insanely overpriced, and he felt justified in his judgments.]