Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: harry/mj: toxin
She had her arms crossed like no when he hadn't even said anything yet. There was a tightness in her shoulders like warding off bad vibes. Her entire body language said not to touch her, and Harry didn't pursue the short distance between them. He lingered back and he looked at her. Part of him remembered that she'd been a little upset with him with what he'd asked her, maybe a little angry, disappointed. But that seemed impossible, because why would Mary Jane -- why would anyone -- be disappointed in him?
Of course, there were reasons. There were stock market reasons, and fidelity reasons, and drug reasons. Broken friendship reasons. Toxin reasons. Okay, admittedly there were a great many reasons that one might be disappointed in him or not want to see him right now. And as ready as Harry would have been to acknowledge those reasons to fuel his self-loathing under most circumstances, today he didn't. Today felt different, he felt different. Maybe it was the toxin or maybe it was him, but he wasn't going to let her be angry at him. He wasn't going to let her say no with her eyes and her crossed arms.
"Don't be like that," he said. Like that was typical. Her surly pale face looking at him like she expected him to ruin everything, the way he always ruined everything.