Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: harry/mj: toxin
"Mary Jane," he whispered with an expression that crumbled, defeated when she narrowed her eyes and laughed bitterly. "Stop," he murmured when she spoke, and the request had nothing to do with causing a scene and everything to do with what she was saying. She was right, of course... and logic clashed with what he wanted to think. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, while her sarcastic and enbittered laughter repeated in his head, again and again. She shoved him and the laughter spun faster, chaotic and oscillating in pitch until it wasn't Mary Jane's laugh at all but something else entirely. Something ominous and sharp-pitched and familiar.
She pushed him again, and he snapped. Harry's fingers found her wrist, tight like a vice when he hauled her forward to displace her balance. He took Mary Jane by both arms and shook her like it might reset her hatred for him. He looked suddenly quite pale, like he was hanging onto something important, but just by a thread. "Stop." Shake. Rattle. "It."