Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: log: harry & gwen carousel
"No." The word was petulant youth fed up with not getting his way, or just that of a delirious man who knew that the world was upside down and everything was wrong, wrong, wrong. No idea how to make it right again, he could only correct her. "No, no." Harry shook his head and his eyes closed tight while his lips twisted sour like her assumptions left a bad taste in his mouth. "I don't have Mary Jane. I'm done with her." Or she was done with him, he couldn't quite remember who'd ended up on top in that argument. She didn't want to marry him and now Lily didn't want to marry him and Harry was done with all of it. Tonight, Harry quite suddenly found himself plagued with the terrifyingly accurate assessment of his own permanent loneliness.
"Don't leave me, Gwen." He begged her with eyes wide, and his hands vibrated mildly while he stroked her hair. Erratic, jumpy movements of the hand. His pupils were a little large, from shock or drugs or insomnia. He looked scared, worked up and twitchy, but not quite petrified. "You can't. Something terrible is going to happen." Maybe it already was happening, he didn't know.
"No," he whispered weakly, heartbroken when Gwen said that they should get something to help him sleep. "I don't want to sleep," his voice collapsed, sorrowful. Don't make him.