Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: [Gwen & Harry: Gotham]
[There was nothing from him. He was strange and still, quiet and watching. Harry had thought that he would turn, that he would leave her to the room and her mirrors, that he'd give her the appropriate kind of privacy dressing rooms called for. But he didn't quite get the turn under his heels before she was unbuttoning… and then, it was too late. He was motionless except for the tick of his pupils, monitoring the way her fingers smoothed over buttons, undoing them, shucking clothes. When Harry inhaled, it was determinedly idle, and he glanced up to the ceiling of the dressing room. He'd enjoyed looking, but consistently watching felt weirdly invasive, despite their close quarters.
Gwen's new skirt was in place, and Harry lowered his eyes again.] It looks good. [He said that with reassurance, although when Gwen brought his previously drained words, Harry shrugged.] I didn't say it because I thought it… was, I don't know, sad. I don't want to make you sad anymore. [He looked at her with eyebrows slightly drawn, blue eyes hesitant and his mouth pinched just so. That criss-cross of uncertain fears and painful knowledge.]
Does this make you uncomfortable? [His open palm gestured to the room they were in, the mirrors, the clothes.] I can leave..