Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: mj & harry; her place
[Mary Jane pulled him into her doorway, and when she hugged him, Harry's world suddenly seemed small enough to contain that single moment and nothing else. The comfort of her arms around him, the familiar warmth of her body. His arms clenched around her with the sort of desperate desire that had nothing to do with sex for once. It was need, a need to be held, and although Harry thought that he'd been cried out by the time he'd reached MJ's building, he did weep briefly with his face pressed into her shoulder. Harry pulled her closer, and his fingers dug into the fine muscles of her back tighter and tighter.] It was horrible, Mary Jane. There were all of these holes in his head like... like he'd been stabbed or something, I don't know! It wasn't an accident, it wasn't! And Gwen and Peter were there and they told me I had to leave, and they wouldn't even help me. Peter fucking grabbed me and tried to -- and everything just got so fucked up!
It wasn't an accident. [He repeated the words softly, with his scruffed cheek against hers.] I begged them to help me, to help me help my father, and they wouldn't...
[Harry's phone began to vibrate, and he reluctantly drew away from MJ to sniffle and look at the screen. The message was actually a folder titled In The Event of My Death] It's from my father.. [He said with brows drawn tighter in blooming confusion. He glanced up to Mary Jane, like wordlessly asking if he should open a message from a dead man. But then Harry looked down at the screen and swiped with his thumb. The folder required recognition of Harry's thumbprint, and upon receiving that, encrypted files began to spring up across the screen.]