Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
quicklog: mj & harry; her place
[The taxi Harry pulled up in must have been running redlights and disregarding yield signs, because he arrived and Mary Jane's place not too long after their phone conversation. There was a knock at her front door, and on the other side, Harry was a rumpled mess leftover from a long night. His hair was tousled from his brief scramble with Peter at the morgue, his blue shirt had some snagged-loose buttons along the front and there were a couple of splash stains down by the hem from the liquor that had started the terrible night. He looked a little roughed up, but not hurt. The collar of his shirt was torn to expose expensive threads from when Peter had grabbed him and Harry resisted. His eyes were bloodshot from drugs and so much crying.]