Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[He wouldn't see her in black. She'd worn enough black in her life, there had been enough funerals and enough darkness. So light colors, he thought. If he saw her again, if she wanted to see him again, if there was any future and any memories to be built between them, Harry wanted light. He knew that they were older now, that there was no going back to the gentler days of high school. Pleated skirts and knee highs, headbands and backpacks, Harry didn't think that kind of innocence existed for them anymore. Those lost days, that light.
He liked the blue skirt she held up, and he nodded with consideration. His throat felt strangely tight, although he couldn't tell entirely why. The memories maybe, memories of play-shopping as children.] It'll look great. You should try it on, I'll… [He made a gesture to suggest that he would vacate the dressing room in order for her to do so. But then her voice and the subject changed, and Harry stilled quiet, his blue eyes found hers.] We're still here. At this point, Gwen, I think we always will be. The last ones standing… and I don't know why, but we're always here. Maybe it-- [But the words stopped, and he tucked the tip of his tongue into the flesh of his cheek.]