Re: quicklog: mj & harry; her place
[She couldn't make heads or tails of the files flashing over his screen beyond little snatches here and there. A precise design, some words, photos of people she barely recognized from the news. When he pulled back, MJ scrutinized his face for a tell, for a flicker in his expression that said something manic or off. She said his name softly, almost like a whisper, as if she was trying to pull him out of the clarity he found in these cryptic messages. But she looked at him for a long moment before nodding.] Okay. I'll come with you.
[But the idea of leaving their phones worried her a little too much. What if something went wrong and they needed to contact someone, anyone quickly? MJ hesitated for a moment.] We can turn off our phones. We'll bring them but just turn them off, okay? [She didn't wait for him to argue, just started to walk around and gather what she needed -- keys, shoes, coat. Flats were slipped on, a scarf was wound around her neck, and she pocketed her keys, wallet, and phone before stopping in front of him. She reached to touch his cheek with soft fingertips and then cupped his face with both of her hands.] We don't have to do this right away. Not if you're not ready.