Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
He watched her undress and climb under the covers, her wordless, dazed movements made it apparent how exhausted she was. Harry felt guilty for being tired himself. Gwen was the one that deserved exhaustion, and yet she'd never said anything about it, only commented instead on how tired he had looked. A moment after her head was on the pillow, Harry knew that she was asleep. He took his time undressing, trading out his shirt for soft cotton and boxers as he took a couple of swigs from the small bottle of whiskey that he kept in his sock drawer.
She was powerful now. Part of him didn't blame her for befriending people like Dr. Banner and that Jason kid. Harry didn't know much about Jason, but he understood that they'd met during the attacks. Maybe Jason was special like her, too. The loneliness that Harry felt was sudden and overwhelming.
He thought of her like the ocean, and he was just a shell cast out to watch from the beach. Whatever she was going through now, he was the sidelines. It made him sigh, but he crawled into bed alongside her quietly. He kept space between them on the wide bed, curling on his side away from her while night clouds moved outside his window. It was hours before he managed to fall asleep, and when it came, he did not dream.