Re: quicklog: mj & harry; her place
[Mary Jane rubbed his back soothingly as he cried, and ran her fingers through his hair as he began to speak. She didn't shy away from the tight grip, only stepped closer to him until she was practically flush against him. Her tiny body molding into his. She could feel his rapid heartbeat against his chest and the dampness of his tears on her shoulder, heart aching and wishing that she could stop this pain for him. Part of her knew that he was...unhinged. But she wasn't going to just toss him away. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pressed her fingers into his shoulders.] It's okay, it's okay.
[She listened to the story about Gwen and Peter and frowned while Harry couldn't see her. That didn't sound like Gwen and Peter to her, but did she really know either of them? She'd spent such little time with this Peter, and years had past and she still couldn't understand Gwen Stacy. So, she just continued to hold Harry tightly, eyes drifting shut as he rubbed his stubble against her cheek. An inhale, and she pulled back when the phone vibrated. She kept her hands on him, running up and down his arms or rubbing away tears as he looked at the screen. Her eyebrows drew together as well, and green eyes blinked wearily at him before he dived into the files. She looked down at the flashing files in confusion. Quietly:] What the hell are those?