Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
Despite his exhaustion, the alcohol managed to momentarily wire him. It snapped his mind just a little bit more awake, although that didn't mean that he was thinking clearly at all. There was no longer the foggy confusion that thrived in his sleepless mind these days, but that didn't mean that his thoughts made any real sense. Harry wondered about the distrust and dislike that had been clearly read on Jason's face, begrudgingly thinking that he'd done nothing to deserve it. They were the ones who'd come into his house and made things worse.
Upstairs, Harry sighed while taking in the subtle chill that developed when the temperature dropped out of nowhere. It wasn't uncomfortably cold, but rather that perfect kind of chill that made the sleepiness come back hard. He deposited the empty whiskey glass on a small table in passing. When Gwen spoke, Harry turned to look at her. There was a kind of sadness in his gaze when he focused on her eyes instead of the unbuttoning of her shirt. He suddenly felt so tired, and Harry knew that he wanted to be angry still over everything that had happened, but he didn't have the energy for it.