Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
He let her take the decanter with a sigh that said he wasn't proud of requiring her assistance in something so simple, but he was also too exhausted to argue about it. Harry just wanted a drink, and then maybe then he could sleep soundly. It was a beautiful idea, but that idea also had the distance and impossibility of a mirage in the sweltering epicenter of a desert. He wasn't convinced it would be real, and honestly at this point, he was too worked up to lie down, despite how tired he looked.
Harry twisted, resting his hip against the edge of the cabinet when Gwen touched his arm with the gentleness that one might take on when placating a coming storm. "How well do you know Jason?" Harry didn't really like the way that Jason had been looking at her. It had seemed like Jason had thought that Gwen was in danger or something. Banner had been a little more difficult to read, but that didn't mean that the same thing hadn't been running through his head too.
"Why would they worry? What did they think?" He looked at her. "Why wouldn't you be safe here?" Harry thought that he knew why, but he didn't want to admit it. He knew what the history was with his father's downfall.. with his own too.