Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: harry/mj: toxin
She truly seemed angry, like this wasn't some fleeting displeasure or flirtation tactic, and Harry felt momentarily wounded. Wounded through the hiccuping of his pulse, and he felt burnt even through the beginnings of his fever. He shook his head, frowning, hurt. He was hurt, and there was a part of his brain that didn't like that.
He'd been wild, smiling mania on the ride over, but now...
Any sign of a grin wilted and was stamped out until his mouth was a hard line. His blue eyes looked cold like metal when he lifted his chin. "You should be fucking grateful," he said with the kind of justification that came from really believing it. Because right now, in this second, he did. He didn't deserve this kind of approach.